Wut’ll git your dander riz?

Come, I’ll tell ye wut I’m thinkin’

Is our dooty in this fix,

They’d ha’ done ’t ez quick ez winkin’

In the days o’ seventy-six.

Clang the bells in every steeple,

Call all true men to disown

The tradoocers of our people,

The enslavers o’ their own;

Let our dear old Bay State proudly