| Arouse, my brother Minute Men! | |
| And let us bear our chorus; | |
| The braver and the bolder, | |
| The more they will adore us | |
| Toll de rol, &c | |
| Our country calls for swords and balls | |
| Our drums aloud do rattle | |
| Our fifer’s charms arouse to arms, | |
| And Liberty calls to battle | |
| Toll de rol, &c | |
| Now to our station let us march | |
| And rendezvous with pleasure, | |
| Behaving like brave Minute Men | |
| To save so great a treasure | |
| Toll de rol, &c | |
| 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 | |
| Toll de rol, &c | |
| 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 | |
| Toll de rol, &c | |
| That Tory brood that has withstood | |
| This great and glorious jovial, | |
| If thy advance, we’ll make ’em dance | |
| The tune of Yankee Doodle. | |
| Toll de rol, &c |