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PP-P.775.032
7 Aug 1775:33 (4/198)
THE PENNSYLVANIA MARCH.
To the tune of the Scots Song, I winna Marry any Lad, but
Sandy o'er the Lee.
We are the troops that ne'er will stoop,
To wretched slavery.
Nor shall our feed, by our base deed,
Despised vassals be.
Freedom we will bequeath them,
Or we will bravely die;
Our greatest foe, e'er long shall know,
How much did Sandwich lie.
CHORUS
And all the world shall know,
Americans are free;
Nor slaves nor cowards, will we prove,
Great Britain soon shall see.
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