That has stood forth----fair LIBERTY to hold;

Though you were INDIANS, come from distant shores,

Like MEN you acted----not like savage Moors.

Chorus

Bostonians SONS keep up your courage good,

Or Dye, like Martyrs, in fair Free-born Blood.

Our LIBERTY and LIFE is now invaded,

And FREEDOM'S brightest Charms are darkly shaded:

But, we will STAND---and think it noble mirth,

To DART the man that dare oppresses the Earth.

Bostonians SONS keep up your courage good,

Or Dye, like Martyrs, in fair Free-born Blood

How grand the scene!----(No Tyrant shall oppose)

The TEA is sunk in spite of all our foes.

A NOBLE SIGHT---to fee th' accursed TEA

Mingled with MUD---and ever for to be;

For KING and PRINCE shall know that we are FREE.

Bostonians SONS keep up your courage good,

Or Dye, like Martyrs, in fair Free-born Blood.

Must we be still---and live on Blood-bought ground,

And not oppose the Tyrants cursed found?

We Scorn the thought----our views are well refin'd

We scorn those slavish shackles of the Mind,

"We've Souls that were not made to be confin'd."

Bostonians SONS keep up your courage good,

Or Dye, like Martyrs, in fair Free-born Blood.

Could our Fore-fathers rise from their cold Graves,

And view their Land, with all their Children SLAVES;

What would they say! How would their spirits rend,

And, Thunder-strucken, to their graves descend.

Bostonians SONS keep up your courage good,

Or Dye, like Martyrs, in fair Free-born Blood.

Let us with hearts of steel now stand the task,

Throw off all darksome ways, nor wear a Mask,

Oh! May our noble Zeal support our frame,

And brand all Tyrants with eternal SHAME.

Bostonians SONS keep up your courage good,

And sink all Tyrants in their GUILTY BLOOD.

That has stood forth----fair LIBERTY to hold;

Though you were INDIANS, come from distant shores,

Like MEN you acted----not like savage Moors.

Chorus

Bostonians SONS keep up your courage good,

Or Dye, like Martyrs, in fair Free-born Blood.

Our LIBERTY and LIFE is now invaded,

And FREEDOM'S brightest Charms are darkly shaded:

But, we will STAND---and think it noble mirth,

To DART the man that dare oppresses the Earth.

Bostonians SONS keep up your courage good,

Or Dye, like Martyrs, in fair Free-born Blood

How grand the scene!----(No Tyrant shall oppose)

The TEA is sunk in spite of all our foes.

A NOBLE SIGHT---to fee th' accursed TEA

Mingled with MUD---and ever for to be;

For KING and PRINCE shall know that we are FREE.

Bostonians SONS keep up your courage good,

Or Dye, like Martyrs, in fair Free-born Blood.

Must we be still---and live on Blood-bought ground,

And not oppose the Tyrants cursed found?

We Scorn the thought----our views are well refin'd

We scorn those slavish shackles of the Mind,

"We've Souls that were not made to be confin'd."

Bostonians SONS keep up your courage good,

Or Dye, like Martyrs, in fair Free-born Blood.

Could our Fore-fathers rise from their cold Graves,

And view their Land, with all their Children SLAVES;

What would they say! How would their spirits rend,

And, Thunder-strucken, to their graves descend.

Bostonians SONS keep up your courage good,

Or Dye, like Martyrs, in fair Free-born Blood.

Let us with hearts of steel now stand the task,

Throw off all darksome ways, nor wear a Mask,

Oh! May our noble Zeal support our frame,

And brand all Tyrants with eternal SHAME.

Bostonians SONS keep up your courage good,

And sink all Tyrants in their GUILTY BLOOD.

That has stood forth----fair LIBERTY to hold;

Though you were INDIANS, come from distant shores,

Like MEN you acted----not like savage Moors.

Chorus

Bostonians SONS keep up your courage good,

Or Dye, like Martyrs, in fair Free-born Blood.

Our LIBERTY and LIFE is now invaded,

And FREEDOM'S brightest Charms are darkly shaded:

But, we will STAND---and think it noble mirth,

To DART the man that dare oppresses the Earth.

Bostonians SONS keep up your courage good,

Or Dye, like Martyrs, in fair Free-born Blood

How grand the scene!----(No Tyrant shall oppose)

The TEA is sunk in spite of all our foes.

A NOBLE SIGHT---to fee th' accursed TEA

Mingled with MUD---and ever for to be;

For KING and PRINCE shall know that we are FREE.

Bostonians SONS keep up your courage good,

Or Dye, like Martyrs, in fair Free-born Blood.

Must we be still---and live on Blood-bought ground,

And not oppose the Tyrants cursed found?

We Scorn the thought----our views are well refin'd

We scorn those slavish shackles of the Mind,

"We've Souls that were not made to be confin'd."

Bostonians SONS keep up your courage good,

Or Dye, like Martyrs, in fair Free-born Blood.

Could our Fore-fathers rise from their cold Graves,

And view their Land, with all their Children SLAVES;

What would they say! How would their spirits rend,

And, Thunder-strucken, to their graves descend.

Bostonians SONS keep up your courage good,

Or Dye, like Martyrs, in fair Free-born Blood.

Let us with hearts of steel now stand the task,

Throw off all darksome ways, nor wear a Mask,

Oh! May our noble Zeal support our frame,

And brand all Tyrants with eternal SHAME.

Bostonians SONS keep up your courage good,

And sink all Tyrants in their GUILTY BLOOD.