Song of the Jamaica Minute Men, as sung by S. Mills

Arouse, my brother Minute Men!
And let us bear our chorus;
The braver and the bolder,
The more they will adore us
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Our country calls for swords and balls
Our drums aloud do rattle
Our fifer’s charms arouse to arms,
And Liberty calls to battle
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Now to our station let us march
And rendezvous with pleasure,
Behaving like brave Minute Men
To save so great a treasure
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We’ll let ’em see immediately
That we are men of mettle,
American boys who fear no noise,
And ne’er will flinch from battle
	Toll de rol, &c
We have some noble Congressmen
Elected for our nurses,
And every jolly farmer will
Assist ’em with their purses
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And they may stay at home, we say,
And enjoy their state of pleasure,
While we do go and fight their foe
And save their lives and treasure
	Toll de rol, &c
Why should we be dismayed,
If the Tories--they do thunder,
They only want to ruin us
And live upon their plunder
	Toll de rol, &c
Such heavy chains we do disdain,
And likewise Popish tyranny;
Such hellish frays we do defy,
And will not yield to any.
	Toll de rol, &c
Why should we be dismayed
If the Tories--thy defy us?
There are the brave riflemen,
They say they will stand by us
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That Tory brood that has withstood
This great and glorious jovial,
If thy advance, we’ll make ’em dance
The tune of Yankee Doodle.
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