The Fall of British Tyranny

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Since 'tis the fashion then, I'll not oppose;
For what's a man if he's without a nose?
The curtain's up--the music's now begun,
What is 't?--Why murder, fire, and sword, and gun.
What scene?--Why blood!--What act?--Fight and be free!
Or be ye slaves--and give up liberty!
Blest Continent, while groaning nations round
Bend to the servile yoke, ignobly bound,
May ye be free--nor ever be opprest
By murd'ring tyrants, but a land of rest!
What say ye to 't? what says the audience?
Methinks I hear some whisper COMMON SENSE.
Hark! what say them Tories?--Silence--let 'em speak,
Poor fools! dumb--they hav'n't spoke a word this week,
Dumb let 'em be, at full end of their tethers,
'Twill save the expense of tar and of feathers:
Since old Pluto's lurch'd 'em, and swears he does not know If more these Tory puppy curs will bark or no.
Now ring the bell--Come forth, ye actors, come,
The Tragedy's begun, beat, beat the drum,
Let