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SONGSTER. 213
Can dungeons, bolts, and bars confine thee '^
Or whips thy noble spirit tame ]
Too long the world has wept, bewailing
That falsehood's dagger tyrants wield,
But freedom is our sword and shield.
And all their arts are unavailing.
10 arms! to arms! ye brave, &c.
Tlie Old Hat.
AIR—** Washing Day."
When this old hat was new, my boys.
Full three score years and ten.
There's few that's living now can tell.
How plenty things were then.
Good liquor in a poor man's house,
Was a pleasant thing to view.
Besides we had both ale and souse,
When this old hat was new.
When this old hat was new, my boys,
"I'was Christmas in the morn.
We did not want for the best of food.
We had both wheat and corn.
The rich they wanted no waiting on.
Which they were kindly welcome to.
Besides there was no cheating then.
When this old hat was new.
When this old hat was new, by ooys.
Soldiers were not press'd ;
They boldly entered volunteers.
Their fortunes proved the best;
The tories they all took a flight.
Which they most welcome were to do,
For they might as well be d—d as fight,
When this old hat was new.