O George! you are distracted, you’ll by experience find
The laws you have enacted are of the blackest kind.
I’ll make a short digression, and tell you by the way,
We fear not your oppression, in North America.
Our fathers were distressed, while in their native land;
By tyrants were oppressed, as I do understand;
For freedom and religion they were resolved to stray,
And try the desert regions of North America.
Kind Heaven was their protector while on the roaring tide,
Kind fortune their director, and Providence their guide;