We never will knock under, O George, we do not fear
The rattling of your thunder, nor lightning of your spear:
Though rebels you declare us, we’re strangers to dismay;
Therefore you cannot scare us, in North America.
We have a bold commander, who fears not sword nor gun,
The second Alexander, his name is Washington,
His men are all collected, and ready for the fray,
To fight they are directed for North America.
We’ve Greene and Gates and Putnam to manage in the field,
A gallant train of footmen, who’d rather die than yield;