The Parody

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   The Parody was just that ~ a parody of The Liberty Song written by John Dickinson and published in the Boston Gazette in 1768.

Come shake your dull noodles, ye pumpkins, and bawl, And own that you're mad at fair Liberty's call;
No scandalous conduct can add to your shame, Condemn'd to dishonor, inherit the fame.
Chorus: In folly you're born, and in folly you'll live,
To madness still ready, And stupidly steady,
Not as men, but as monkeys, the tokens you give.
The Tree, which the wisdom of justice hath rear'd, Should be stout for their use, and by no means be spar'd:
When fuddled with rum the mad sots to restrain, Sure Tyburn will sober the wretches again.
Your brats and your bunters by no means forget, But feather your nests, for they're bare enough yet;
For short is your harvest, nor long shall you know The pleasure of reaping what other men sow.
Then plunder, my lads, for when red coats appear, You'll melt like the locust when winter is near;
Gold vainly will glow, silver vainly will shine, But, faith, you must skulk, you no more shall purloin.
All ages shall speak with contempt and amaze, Of the villist banditti that swarm'd in these days;
In defiance of halters, of whips and of chains, The rogues would run riot - fools for their pains.
Gulp down your last dram, for the gallows now groans, And, over depress'd, her lost empire bemoans;
While we quite transported and happy shall be, From mobs, knaves and villains, protected and free.


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