The Times

   A broadside was printed in 1776, serving as the vehicle for the publication of this song.

   The Tune Of The Sweeper was used as the music for this song.

My muse, now thy aid and assistance we claim, Whilst freedom, dear freedom, affords us a theme,
Invok’d, be propitious, nor madly forbear, When a theme that’s so sacred should ring far and near.
Chorus: Oh! let freedom, and friendship, for ever remain,
Nor that rascal draw breath, who would forge us a chain.
As our fathers have fought, and our grandfathers bled, And many a hero now sleeps with the dead;
Let us nobly defend, what they bravely maintain’d, Nor suffer our sons to be fetter’d and chain’d.
Though our foes may look on, and our friends may admire, How a Bute or a North, should set nations on fire,
Yet Satan, when suffer’d his madness to vent, In meanest of mansions sure pitches his tent.
Shall freedom, that blessing sent down from above, A manifest mark of God’s wonderful love,
Be left at his will, who delights to annoy, Whose pleasure is nought but to kill and destroy?
May our King be as wise as we mortals expect; Each rascal from council then boldly eject;
May his life be as good, and his reign be as great, As ever was Solomon’s wonderful state.
Let singular blessings America crown; May the Congress be blest with immortal renown;
Each colony live in true sisterly peace, Whilst harmony, honor, and riches increase.