Classic Poem

What a court hath old England of folly and sin,
Spite of Chatham and Camden, Barre, Burke, Wilkes, and Glynn!
Not content with the game act, they tax fish and sea,
And America drench with hot water and tea.
Derry down, down, down derry down.

2

There's no knowing where this oppression will stop;
Some say " There's no cure but a capitol chop, "
And that I believe's each American's wish,
Since you've drenched them with tea, and depriv'd 'em of fish.
Derry down, down, down derry down.

3

Three Generals these mandates have borne 'cross the sea,
To deprive 'em of fish and to make 'em drink tea;
In turn, sure, these freemen will boldly agree
To give 'em a dance upon Liberty Tree.
Derry down, down, down derry down.

4

Then freedom's the word, both at home and abroad,
So out, every scabbard that hides a good sword!
Our forefathers gave us this freedom in hand,
And we'll die in defense of the rights of the land.
Derry down, down, down derry down.