With transport they cried, “Now our wishes we gain,
For our children shall gather the fruits of our pain.”
In freedom, etc.
How sweet are the labors that freemen endure,
Of which they enjoy all the profits secure!
No longer such toils shall Americans know,
If Britons may reap what Americans sow!
In freedom, etc.
Swarms of placemen and pensioners e’en now appear
Like locusts deforming the charms of the year!