 | The works, in verse and prose, of the late Robert Treat Paine, Jun. Esq |  |
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SONG. THE YEOMEN OF HAMPSHIRE.
Tune—“ADAMS AND LIBERTY.”
To the shades of our ancestors loud is the praise,
That descends with their deeds, and inspires by reaction!
To the heirs of their glory the pæan we raise,
The “Yeomen of Hampshire,” the Victors of Faction;
Be theirs the proud tale,
That though Anarch assail,
Each ploughman still sings to the Stream of his Vale.
That descends with their deeds, and inspires by reaction!
To the heirs of their glory the pæan we raise,
The “Yeomen of Hampshire,” the Victors of Faction;
Be theirs the proud tale,
That though Anarch assail,
Each ploughman still sings to the Stream of his Vale.
CHORUS.
Roll on loved Connecticut, long hast thou ran,Giving blossoms to Nature, and morals to Man.
Where'er thy rich waters erratick display
Thy deluge of plenty, like Nile, overflooding;
The Mind and the Season thy impulse obey,
And patriot Virtue and Spring are in budding;
While each leaf, as it shoots,
With its promise of fruits,
Proclaims the thrift moisture, that cultures its roots.
Thy deluge of plenty, like Nile, overflooding;
The Mind and the Season thy impulse obey,
And patriot Virtue and Spring are in budding;
While each leaf, as it shoots,
With its promise of fruits,
Proclaims the thrift moisture, that cultures its roots.
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CHORUS.
Roll on loved Connecticut, long hast thou ran,Giving blossoms to Nature, and morals to Man.
Through the vallies of Hampshire, bright Order's abode,
Thou lovest in gay circles to range and to wander;
While pleased with thy empire, to lengthen the road,
Thou givest to thy channel another meander;
And when on the way,
Near Northampton you stray,
How slow moves thy current its homage to pay!
Thou lovest in gay circles to range and to wander;
While pleased with thy empire, to lengthen the road,
Thou givest to thy channel another meander;
And when on the way,
Near Northampton you stray,
How slow moves thy current its homage to pay!
CHORUS.
Roll on loved Connecticut, long hast thou ran,Giving blossoms to Nature, and morals to Man.
Again flow thy stream, as sublimely it rolled,
In triumph effulgent, from Freedom reflected;
On that festival day, when Old Anarch was told,
That his arts had been foiled, and his Foe was elected;
When thy bright waves along,
Reechoed the song,
To the Christian, the Statesman, the Patriot Strong;
In triumph effulgent, from Freedom reflected;
On that festival day, when Old Anarch was told,
That his arts had been foiled, and his Foe was elected;
When thy bright waves along,
Reechoed the song,
To the Christian, the Statesman, the Patriot Strong;
CHORUS.
Whose course loved Connecticut like thine, has ranTo cultivate Nature, and moralise Man.
| The works, in verse and prose, of the late Robert Treat Paine, Jun. Esq | |