Rebellion is my theme all day;
  I only wish 'twould come
(As who knows but perhaps it may?)
  A little nearer home.

Yon roaring boys, who rave and fight
  On t'other side th' Atlantic
I always held them in the right
  But most so when most frantic.

When lawless mobs insult the court,
  That man shall be my toast,
If breaking windows be the sport,
  Who bravely breaks the most.

But oh! for him my fancy culls
  The choicest flow'rs she bears,
Who constitutionally pulls
  Your house about your ears.

Such civil broils are my delight;
  Though some folks can't endure 'em,
Who say the mob are mad outright,
  And that a rope must cure 'em.

A rope! I wish we patrioits had
  Such strings for all who need 'em -
What! hang a man for going mad?
  Then farewell British freedom.