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Sons of Liberty 2 On the fifteenth day of June, brave boys At the dawning of the day, Our gallant ship, the Lancet Did land in York Bay. Our sheets was wet and loggy And we spread them broad to dry The Irish heroes landed, But the Lord knows who's to die. The French, the Dutch, the Spanish They must cruelly hunted be, They poured in the drop shot With more barbarity; They poured in the drop shot And our men they got away. Wasn't that a sad exception To the North Amerikee ? Our wives at home a-weeping Most melancholy cry, A-mourning for their husbands Lying all in their graves; And children crying: 'Mother, We'll never rue the day That we came to lose our fathers In the North Amerikee. Now to conclude my ditty And to end my moumful song: Success to Andrew Jackson, And God bless George Washington. God prosper and protect them both On the land or on the sea. Success to all those knighted men And the Sons of Liberty. see also Sons of Liberty from English Folk Somgs from the Appalachian Mountains, Sharp Collected from Mrs. William Wooton, Hindman, KY, 1917 DT #396 Laws J13 RG
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