The Green Mountaineer
Ho–all to the borders! Vermonters, come down,
With your breeches of deerskin and jackets of brown;
With your red woolen caps and your moccasins come,
To the gathering summons of trumpet and drum.
Come down with your rifles!
Let gray wolf and fox
Howl on in the shade of their primitive rocks;
Let the bear feed securely from pig-pen and stall;
Here's two-legged game for your powder and ball.
Then cheer, cheer, the green mountaineer.
Then cheer, cheer, the green mountaineer.
On our south came the Hessians, our land to police;
And armed for the battle while canting of peace;
On our east came the British, the red coated band,
To hang up our leaders and eat up our land.
Ho–all to the rescue! For Satan shall work
No gain for his legions of Hampshire and York!
They claim our possessions–the pitiful knaves–
The tribute we pay shall be prisons and graves!
We owe no allegiance, we bow to no throne,
Our ruler is law and the law is our own,
Our leaders themselves are our own fellow-men
Who can handle the sword and the scythe and the pen.
Hurrah for Vermont! For the land which we till
Must have sons to defend her from valley and hill;
Leave the harvest to rot on the fields where it grows,
And the reaping of wheat for the reaping of foes
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