Shall never be sold,
But sacred maintain’d to our graves;
And before we’ll comply,
We will gallantly die,
For we must not, we will not be slaves, brave boys!
For we must not, we will not be slaves!
We have copies of four metrical accounts of the destruction of the tea in Boston Harbor, two of which appear to have been written since the close of the war. We give one of the oldest, which was sung to the tune of “The Hosier’s Ghost.”
BALLAD OF THE TEA PARTY.
As near beauteous Boston lying
On the gently swelling flood,