To Britain fly, where gold enslaves
And venal men their birth-right sell;
Tell North and his brib'd clan of knaves
Their bloody acts were made in hell.
In Henry's reign those acts began,
Which sacred rules of justice broke; 10
North now pursues the hellish plan,
To fix on us his slavish yoke.
But we oppose, and will be free,

This great food cause we will defend; Nor bribe, nor Gage, nor North's decree, Shall make us "at his feet to bend." From Anglia's ancient sons we came, Those heroes who for freedom fought; In Freedom's cause we'll match their fame,

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By their example greatly taught. Our king we love, but North we hate, Nor will to him submission own; If death's our doom, we'll brave our fate, But pay allegiance to the throne.

Pennsylvania Journal, Sept. 14, 1774.