The stamp-man of the crown.
“Our governors,” growl’d the tories,
“Will sell the stamps to us.”
The governors vow’d this course to take;[29]
But we, we vow’d, our lives the stake,
They should not thwart us thus.
The night before the Stamp-Act
Should rule the colony,
We slept not much; we melted lead;
We whetted steel; we plann’d ahead,