“Hark — hark the trumpet sounds O’er seas and solid grounds! The din of war’s alarms Doth call us all to arms! Who for King George doth stand Their ruin is at hand: Their honour soon shall shine Who with the Congress join: The acts of Parliament I hate their cursed intent! In them I much delight Who for the Congress fight. The Tories of the day They soon will sneak away: They are my daily toast Who independence boast. Who non-resistant hold May they for slaves be sold. They have my hand and heart Who act the Whiggish part. On Mansfield, North, and Bute, Confusion and dispute. May daily blessings pour On Congress evermore. To North and British lord, I wish a block and cord! May honours still be done To General Washington!”

As his ringing voice subsided, there fell a perfect silence, then a