You'll find yourself quickly brought up by a Gate
Where a Toll they will charge at no moderate rate.
Oh why is a Gate stuck across at this Spot?
Is the Colonel so poor or so grasping—or what?
'Tis that he may gain some more hundreds this way in,
To swell out the purse where his Thousands are laying.
Awake, oh, for shame, ye electors of Rye!
Let the banner of freedom float gaily on high,
Throw your bonds to the winds, ye Electors—for know
That he who'd be free must himself strike the Blow."