Anonymous A.D. 1827 : to Mr. Nathaniel Kimball, Ipswich, [Mass.]
1827
MSS L1989.1.39
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Title
Anonymous A.D. 1827 : to Mr. Nathaniel Kimball, Ipswich, [Mass.]
Variant Title
Tempered steel
Published
[S.l.] 1827
Description
[2' p. ; 20 cm.
Call Number
MSS L1989.1.39
Summary
Note on address leaf: Descriptive of the times in the old Revolutionary war -- quite patriotic from M. C. Coffin to N. K. [i.e., Nathaniel Kimball], 1827|Part of the poem known as "Tempered Steel"|"Come all ye sons of temperd steel / And leave your girls and farmes, / Your sports and plays and hollodays, / And hark away to armes. / A soldier is a gentleman, / His honour is his life / And he that wont stand by his post / Will ne'er stand by his wife. For love and honor are the same, / Or else so well allied, / That neither can exist alone, / But flourish side by side. / So fare you well sweet harts a while, / You smilling girls adieu, And when we've drove those dogs away, / We'll kiss it out with you. / The spring is up, the winter's gone, / The fields are green and gay, And all inviteing [sic] honour calls, / Away my boys away, / To shady tents by couling [sic] streams. / With hearts both firm and free, / We'll chase the cares of life away, / In songs of liberty. / No foreign king shall gives us laws, / Nor British tyrants reign. For Independence made us free, / And freedom we'll maintain. / We'll chase our foes from post to post, / Attack their works and lines. Or by some well laid stratagem, / We'll make them all Burgoynes.|On verso: "And when the war is over boys, / Then down we'll sit at ease, / We'll plow and sow, and reape and mow, / And do just as we please. / Each harty lad shall take his lass, / All blooming like a star, And in her softer arms forget / The dangers of the war. / The rising world shall sing of us, / A thousand years to come, / And to their children's children tell, / What wonders we have done. / Come honest fellow, here's my hand, My heart, my very soul, With all the songs of liberty, / Good fortune and the bowl.|Apparently a rewriting of a British poem or song entitled "The Soldier's Life", which with "Tempered Steel" can be seen in a broadside at Brown University's Rider Collection.
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