If I am not mistaken, about the first of May,
This voyage was undertaken for North America.
To sail they were commanded about the hour of noon,
At Plymouth shore they landed, the twenty-first of June;
The savages were nettled, with fear they fled away,
And peaceably they settled on North America.
We are their bold descendants, for liberty we’ll fight,
The claim to independence we challenge as our right.
’Tis what kind Heaven gave us, who can take it away?
O Heaven, sure, will save us, in North America.