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This song was sung to the tune of an old Scottish song, Sandy O'er The Lea, whose first line went: I Winna Marry Any Lad, But Sandy O'er The Lea. It appeared in Dunlap's Packet in 1775 as The Pennsylvania March.
We are the troop that ne'er will stoop, To wretched slavery,
Nor shall our seed, by our base deed Despised vassals be;
Freedom we will bequeathe to them, Or we will bravely die;
Our greatest foe, ere long shall know, How much did Sandwich lie.
And all the world shall know, Americans are free;
Nor slaves nor cowards we will prove, Great Britain soon shall see.
We'll not give up our birthright, Our foes shall find us men;
As good as they, in any shape, The British troops shall ken.
Huzza! Brave boys, we'll beat them On any hostile plain;
For freedom, wives, and children dear, The battle we'll maintain.
What! can those British tyrants think, Our fathers cross'd the main,
And savage foes, and dangers met, To be enslav'd by them?
If so, they are mistaken, For we will rather die;
And since they have become our foes, Their forces we defy.
And all the world shall know, Americans are free;
Nor slaves nor cowards we will prove, Great Britain soon shall see.
Note: The midi file that is linked to this page was sequenced by Ron Clarke, whose website is located at: http://www.tadpoletunes.com/index.htm
