| Lyrics: | The Sons of Liberty
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 SONSLIB1
from English
Folk Somgs from the Appalachian Mountains, Sharp
Collected from Mrs. William Wooton, Hindman,
KY, 1917
@America @Irish @Revolution @war
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