First printed in The Freeman's Journal, of which Freneau was editor, in January and February of 1783. It was immediately reprinted in Loudon's New York Packet and is in all editions of Freneau's Works, in which latter it is greatly revised. It is to be questioned if Gaine ever wrote a petition-see infra page 62. 22 & 2 222222222 City of New York, Jan. 1, 1783. O the Senate of York, with all due submission, I And, first, he informs, in his representation, My dear native country I wouldn't deny ; (I know you love Teagues) and I shall not conceal 1 The Legislature of the State was at this time in session at Fishkill. (I remember my comrade was doctor McGraw, And many strange things on the waters we saw, Sharks, dolphins, and sea-dogs, bonettas and whales, And birds of the tropic, with quills in their tails), * And came to your city and government seat, And found it was true you had something to eat; When thus I wrote home-" The country is good, They have plenty of victuals and plenty of wood: "The people are kind and whate'er they may think, "I shall make it appear I can swim where they'll sink; "And yet they're so brisk and so full of good cheer, "By my soul I expect they have always New Year, "And therefore conceive it is good to be here." So said, and so acted-I put up a press, And printed away with amazing success; Neglected my person and, looked like a fright, Was bothered all day, and was busy all night, Saw money come in, as the papers went out, While Parker and Weyman were driving about, And cursing, and swearing, and chewing their cuds, And wishing Hugh Gaine and his press in the suds: Ned Weyman was printer, you know, to the king, And thought he had got all the world in a string, (Though riches not always attend on a throne) So he swore I had found the philosopher's stone, And called me a rogue and a son of a bitch, Because I knew better than him to get rich. To malice like that 'twas in vain to reply- The feuds of the Stamp-Act foreboded foul weather, And war and vexation all coming together: Those days were the days of riots and mobs, Tar, feathers, and tories, and troublesome jobbs— From which, when some whimsical colours you wav'd, II Well, as I predicted that matters would be— To the stamp-act succeeded a tax upon Tea: What chest-fulls were scatter'd, and trampled, and drown'd, If this was a reason to fly into quarrels, And feuds that have ruin'd our manners and morals; A parson himself might have sworn round the compass, But this was the season that I must lament I first was a Whig with an honest intent; Not a Rebel among them talk'd louder or bolder, With his sword by his side, or his gun on his shoulder; And make us happy as happy could be, Who evil returns for the good to be done, I printed some treason for PHILIP FRENEAU, The KING and his COUNCIL, and writ with such rage, So sneeringly smart, and so hellishly keen, III At this time arose a certain king SEARS, Who made it his study to banish our fears: He was, without doubt, a person of merit, Great knowledge, some wit, and abundance of spirit; Could talk like a lawyer, and that without fee, And threaten'd perdition to all that drank TEA. Long sermons did he against Scotchmen prepare, And drank like a German, and drove away care. Ah! don't you remember what a vigorous hand he put To drag off the great guns, and plague Captain Vandeput.' That night when the HERO (his patience worn out) Put fire to his cannons and folks to the rout, And drew up his ship with a spring on her cable, And gave us a second confusion of Babel, 3 And (what was more solid than scurrilous language) The women miscarry'd, the beaus were all frighten'd; men. 1 Captain of the Asia. August, 1775. 3 A cant phrase among privateers 4 A noted inn-holder in New York. |