A recommendatory piece sent to our Author by a
Friend, who had seen most of the pieces to be
published in this pamphlet, but desires his name
to be concealed.
HAIL worthy friend, we see your muse can find
Sufficient ground to raise the patriot mind,
Above time serving scribbles in our day,
Your works should bear the praises far away,
Your worthy muse hath brought such ideas forth,
Such self convincing maxims of great worth,
To all our country who may hear the same,
That those that will not mend themselves may blame,
Was ever work to such perfection brought,
Tho' homespun diction, yet how pure the thought,
Not sparingly adorn'd with scattered rays,
But one bright beauty, one collected blaze,
Be it thy task to set our thoughts to right,
And to direct our Eagle in her flight;
Her noble freedom's honour to restore,
And bide her deeply think and proudly soar.
Thy theme sublime and easy verse will prove
Her high descent, and mission from above;
Thy manly force and genious unconfin'd,
Shall mould to future fame the growing mind.
To rip'ned souls more solid aids impart,
And while you touch the sense correct the heart;
Yet tho' o'er all you shed defusive light,
Base minds will envy still and scribblers write;
But thou great leader of the muses train,
Whose parthian shaft ne'er took its flight in vain;
Go on in steady sense, correct the age,
May solid wisdom shine in every page.
That e'er you write, till you worn down become,
Then may your body safe enjoy the tomb,
And your bright soul with soft delights arise,
To meet exalted spirits in the skies.
As the encouragers of this work have obtained our author's promise
to give a poetic sketch of his life, he now introduces the
following in that way; it being a supposed Dialog or Conver-
sation between him and a supposed Scotch neighbor called John,
who is supposed to come in the morning to visit our Author, and
address him as follows.
Good morrow Neebor James, I'm glad to see you,
And hae some talk and information frea you,
Sar meikle talk and clatters now gane out;
It gars me wonder what ye are about;
Some say an Author ye are gaun to be,
About our steates, and how they now are free,
And mony either things I am tald
About the ladies, baith young and auld.
These things and mony mair are talk'd about,
That ye a pamphlet soon are to send out;
Now where gat ye the art of pamphlet writing,
Or where gat ye the power of inditing:
We thought you a Scotch Irish ploughman,
Or rough mechanic that could talk to no man
On learned subjects or on poetry,
Or how our country is considered free.
Where were ye born man, and when got ye learning,
That ye hae got the knack o' sic discerning;
That ye on liberty and freedom speak,
And what great wrang it is good laws to break.
Now tell me neebour if ye are willing,
Your pamphlet I hear costs but a shilling,
That's na great matter if the work deserves,
But first let's ken the purpose it serves.
I'm 'fraid some critics will you scandalize
And say that ye are neither learn'd or wise,
And troth dear neebour this is nearly true,
What grace or sense can we expect from you?
But come speak out, gie me your history,
For this is yet to me a mystery.
Our Author soon replied to his neighbor Scotch John,
In the following manner, viz.
Dear neighbor John I feel myself still willing,
To show my friends what they'll get for their shilling,
If they are fairly free to lay it out,
And hear my tale and what I am about.
But first you say that I must tell you fairly
Where I was born, and in my days so early
I got the great art of writing verses,
And how I can make out such rehearses.
Then know ye friend that my first place of birth
Was in the eastern quarter of the earth,
In old Hibernia my first breath was drawn,
That fine country witnessed my first dawn
Of childhood, and to sixteen years of age,
A farmer's practice I did soon engage;
With father, ploughing, sowing, reaping,
And many dangers in that time escaping;
Still my desire was a seafaring life,
That sometimes caused discontent and strife.
My father said to sea I must not go,
Or it would give his aged heart much woe,
But on the land take any trade I pleas'd
And he would find his mind completely eas'd;
So to a carpenter I was soon bound,
Robert Adair that liv'd in Bangore town.
At sixteen years of age to work I went
And wrought with plains and saws as I was sent.
And dear man why did ye that trade forsak,
Sure better bread than verses for to mak;
It would hae been or I am meikle cheated,
And critics and their pens could na' been heated,
At sic a rate they now soon will be,
For some will say they think we're na yet free;
And that our land is tied in party faction,
And politics are now gane to distraction:
But tell us mair what ye for to say
About Ireland and how ye came away,
And where ye gade when ye that land did leave;
And something how ye did yoursel behave?
Good neighbor John, in truth I'll tell you,
My master lov'd the tavern that is true,
That soon brought him to want and poverty;
His purse got empty and his throat got dry.
Children and 'prentices got scarce of bread,
And he to save from jail away soon fled
To Isle of Man, where refuge could be had
For bankrupt men and many that were bad.
So children and myself were left forlorn,
God might us help, to men we were a scorn.
I for myself have little for to say,
Wild youth I was like many in our day,
But while 'prentice was with old Adair,
My father who for me would had great care,
Had mov'd from Ireland to the land of Scots,
Mean time I kept myself from all foul blots:
Of outward character though I was wild,
And still was active since I was a child.
In reading history I took great delight,
And Allan Ramsay's poems, both day and night;
By so doing I did help my thoughts come faster,
But of my trade I was not yet a master;
Nor had I means to buy tools of my trade,
And for to run in debt was much afraid -----
Therefore to Scotland I resolv'd to go
To see my father and of him to know
What I had best to do to make a living.
And keep myself to always good behaving.
Although my thoughts on seafaring was bent,
I thought it good to have my father's consent
On all I did of such a public kind,
On which my after character would bind.
To Scotland I did pass in weather fair,
Took living in the town called Stranrowr;
My father there I found, but he did say
I must not to seafaring go away,
But to my trade must keep with diligence
And it would give me still a competence.
Weel man I think your father tauld ye right,
Though ye in sailor's life did tak delight;
Its but a blackguard life or I'm deceiv'd,
For ony ane that have themselves behav'd.
But tell me now good neebour if you're free,
How our Scotch fashions did wi' you agree;
Or how that land did please you in its ways,
Now will you run it down or gie it praise?
Dear friend I cannot here give full description
Of all I there did see permit restriction
To a few general ideas here I'll give you,
In truth I will not flatter or deceive you.
Some things are good, some bad & some are middling,
'Mong some there is deceit and low life piddling;
All are not so, each land has bad and good,
So let us leave it to be understood
As each one pleases, but let us proceed:
In Scotland near two years I earn'd my bread,
Then back to Ireland went, my luck to try,
Having improv'd my trade considerably.
Some time I there did work, but time had gone
Till I was now the age of twenty-one;
A free man found myself, so then thought I,
Its time to go a sailor's life to try;
But first I'll take my passage across the waves,
And then I'll see how the sailors behave;
And if I like it I can have my will,
But yet some tools I will take with me still;
And if a sailor's life do not quite please me
I have my trade to fly to for to ease me.
In May seventeen hundred and sixty-five,
From Belfast lough we sail'd bound to arrive
At Philadelphia, near Delaware river,
With good captain and shipmates that were clever.
But so it was though I was scarce of grace,
My father's words still star'd me in the face,
Therefor with sailors I could not live freely
For fear my heart would grow harden'd and steely:
So landed at New Castle, poor indeed,
And travell'd back through Lancaster with speed,
To the back woods as it was call'd that time,
To Paxton lands where waters spring from lime.
I there good people found sober and clever,
I therefore could have wish'd to live there ever;
And for to crown the blessings of my life,
I there got married to a loving wife.
Tho poor we lived in sweet content,
Yet for a house I must pay a dear rent;
After some time a son to me was born,
I own'd no lands to raise me wheat or corn;
I therefore found I must try and go
Get some land whereon our bread might grow;
To Carolina lands my course I bent,
And since I got here I am now content
To spend my days in Iredell county here,
And live in peace without much dread or fear.
But dear man tho you tell us lang braw tales,
Yet this lang talk to the point ne'er avails;
That I did speer at you at the beginning,
How ye your poetry began the spinning-----
Or what did tempt you in your private walk,
That of the country ye're become the talk:
And troth good neebour I sincerely fear it,
The talk that's gaun, ye wadn't wish to hear it.
Now therefor tell us if ye can reveal it,
And now's the time, for ye need not conceal it,
What good excuse ye have for a' this bluster
That ye please frea your pen to muster.
Well neighbor John if I must give you reasons
There's plenty here, if I could time the seasons;
For how to do it is the only task.
For it is surely wrong to put the mask
On any falsehood and to call it truth,
I still despis'd such conduct from my youth.
I think I told you for want of land,
In Carolina I did make my stand,
On lands that's now call'd Iredell county here,
A land that to my feelings now are dear.
Soon after war with England did break out,
And for my country's help I soon turn'd out;
In open camps, in many places lay
And felt the frost at night, and heat by day;
In several battles I stood my fate,
And never flinch'd my post, early or late.
Now an old war worn veteran I appear,
My age is now become sixty-five year.
Tho' much I've done for our good nations's glory,
Some upstarts her pretend to call me tory
Because I do espouse the Federal cause,
Still true to Constitution and all laws,
Of our good country wherein I now live
And wish sincerely no offence to give;
But to promote good union, love and peace,
And do my duty in my station'd place.
Now neighbor John, this is the reason why
I draw my pen, some scribbling for to try
To see if I can shew these men some reason,
That my ideas are quite free from treason.
Sure any one that will my verses study
With honest mind, altho' their thoughts are muddy,
May plainly see that union's pointed out,
Brotherly love and friendship brought about;
Which to promote, I freely spend my time,
Whether I write in simple prose or rhyme;
Or if I talk in public or in private,
In honest peace, to those that will receive it,
This my desire is while I have my senses,
The poor old Constable has no pretences
To honor high life, or exalted station,
But trusty servant to his land and nation.
Now if I can my mite hold forth in love,
To my dear country, and should it improve
The minds of any one or more if bless'd,
My humble views and toil would not be miss'd:
Yet still I'm aware that carping tongues,
May call what I think right, all to be wrongs,
And if it be so, let them make it better,
And set those subjects in a style much fitter;
For poor old James will not a quarrel pick up
With critics that have got the spleen or hickup,
Or long breath'd stories on Syntax and Grammar;
I will not try such forgings out to hammer,
But only plain truths to help highest thinking,
When folks are met in social talk or drinking.
Then to repeat a little of my verses,
In honest chat and freedom of rehearses,
I think would do no hurt if comely study'd
And the fair truths therein not to be muddy'd.
But if critics still murmur and clatter,
And cross reflections round about them scatter,
For to run down my simple, honest labours
That wishes well to country and all neighbors,
I leave them below a borrow'd verse
From an old almanack, which I will rehearse.
"Would you wisdom make pretence
Also a prose writer hath said,
"Proud to be thought a man of sense,
"Let temperance (all wise friend to fame)
"With steady hand direct your aim-----
"Or like an archer in the dark,
"Your random shot may miss the mark;
"For they who slight her Golden Rules
"In wisdom's volumes stand for fools."
"Be not too rigidly censorious; a string may jar
So in a poem equally wrote-----
in the best master's hand, and the most skilled
archer may miss his aim."
"I will not quarrel with a small mistake,
"Such as our nature's frailty may excise."
Weel James I think these are good cations,
But yet they may not stop the passions
Of brawling scolders that may loudly rattle,
And some wha ne're was in a battle,
Or carried arms to purchase freedom
Yet now wad wish you for to heed them,
As men of grandeur and nice figure,
Because they think themselves some triger
Tan our auld vett'rans that's worn out of fashion:
If they're compar'd with such, it raises passion.
And aye the mair when sic auld chiefs coms forret
In writing verses or claiming merit;
It gars them in a passion, strut and bluster,
And a' their pride and spleen about them muster.
So neebour James, I maun tak my farewell,
Wishing you weel your stories for to tell.
For I expect there's something serious in them,
And I am glad that ye'er now gawn to bring them,
In pamphlet form, that I may get a reading;
I'll do it fair without ever heeding
What critics say or cross-tongu'd men of learning.
Your homespun style doth best suit my discerning;
And if anes could see and read them through,
Perhaps some thoughts it might bring to my view
That might be useful in my after days,
And your good work shall want its due praise.
Stop neighbor John, before you go away,
Suffer me here a few things for to say
About the pamphlet and how it begun,
My views were simple, I meant nought but fun.
When I first gave verses as volunteer
At barbacue, eighteen hundred fifth year,
Yet still I had desire to raise the minds
Of all good men to think of the kinds
Of privileges that we here enjoy;
Their worth is great and they should never cloy:
But still with thankful hearts let patriots think
How they were sav'd when just upon the brink
Of ruin by despotic British laws,
I think we may say heaven espous'd our cause;
For sure it was beyond all human skill,
What a few years of war did here fulfil;
Therefore I think we never should forget,
With thankfulness our freedom forth to set.
So neighbor, this is my desire always
Let Heaven first have, then Washington the praise;
And while I live as an old soldier, will
Endeavor here to employ my skill,
In all I write or say on politics,
To hold forth union and expose the tricks
Of all that would flinch from our Constitution,
Or in our land would breed any confusion.
Let all go straight then, we'll need no restraint,
And my old muse be freed from all complaint.
For the abuse of freedom or good laws,
If all are trusty to their country's cause,
Each in his station active and sincere,
And then no foreign nation need we fear.
Now could my scribbling help to this effect,
I'd grudge no trouble nor would I neglect,
Daily to write, sincerely think and talk,
Where'er I am whether ride or walk ---
Or sit or stand, let something be doing,
For country's good and plain truths still pursuing.
This my desire is, if I truth can tell,
So neighbour John I now bid you farewell.
The Author of the following miscellaneous work
was never known or at least noticed in public, until
the 4th day of July 1805, when at a barbecue of a
public nature. On that day in Statesville, after the
reading of the public toasts for the day, he was
requested by some of the leading characters,
then present, to give a volunteer toast; ----
whereupon our Author delivered publicly, extem-
pore, without any notes, the following verses as
a volunteer toast for the day.
The day we hail that gave us birth,
Among the nations of the earth;
The fourth of July, may it be
Remembered still that we are free,
In seventeen hundred seventy-six,
Our independence we did fix;
That we in after days might see,
The benefits of being free.
And now my brethren we arrive,
At eighteen hundred and five;
May we still join with all our might,
To keep the chain of freedom bright,
May sons unborn to sons still show,
How Independence strong may grow;
May honour, peace and love declare,
That we united brethren are.
The people of Iredell county having got a small
sample of their friend Gay's poetry; when the
committee sat in 1806, to prepare the arrangements
for the Fourth of July, on that year, they passed
a unanimous resolve, that James Gay, prepare
a piece of poetry for the celebration of the 4th of
July 1806. So when the day came, after
the reading of the public toasts, he was mounted on the
public stage, and delivered extempore, without
notes, the following verses.
May thoughts sublime our minds inspire,
To hail the glories of this day;
May patriots zeal our hearts still fire,
Its yearly coming to display.
Our Independence precious nature,
On fourth of July first took place;
And we this day enjoy the same,
A blessing to the human race.
May thoughts look back to seventy six,
When tryants' yokes our sires dispis'd,
Our Independence they did fix,
And all its blessings highly priz'd.
Now eighteen hundred and six,
Appears the era of this day;
The number thirty one does fix
To independence years we say.
May we those blessings still improve,
As freemen ought, with heartfelt zeal,
That nought but truth and peace and love
May in our country still prevail.
May honesty, that noble plan
That ne'er will vary from the truth,
Adorn each patriot aged man,
And sparkle brightly in our youth.
May our fair sex adorn their place,
And wives to husbands comforts prove;
That so a legal free born race
May bless the union of their love.
May widows' comforts be enlarg'd,
From woe to joy with minds at ease,
Wisdom to guide a parent's charge,
And other husbands when they please.
And may our maids still grow and thrive
With modest pure unsullied charms;
May comfort to their parents give
And blessings prove to lovers' arms.
May our forces sufficient prove
To daunten every foreign foe;
With hearts unite in strength and love
To ward off every warlike blow.
And still when many ages pass,
When times and seasons round us roll,
These blessings may our sons possess,
And may they spread from pole to pole.
While ever Sun or Moon appear
To shine upon this earthy ball,
May Independence with each year
A blessing prove to one and all.
Before the 4th of July 1807 came there happened
a difference in Stateville about the matter of con-
ducting the business of the day among some of
the leading men of Iredell county which put a
stop to the public barbecue. Whereupon our po
etical Author, on the morning of the 4th of July,
1807, produced the following verses.
Oh laymentation deep and sad,
My muse refuses to obey;
My heart refuses to be glad,
Although this be the proper day.
But sad confusion fills our streets,
No joyful harmony is seen;
Each patriot when his old friend meets,
A solemn pause takes place between.
Oh! Where's the joy that did appear
On former fourth of July days;
This eighteenth hundred seventh year,
Shall it have neither love nor fear.
Because dissention did arise,
Between a few of Iredell men;
Shall therefore all the rest despise,
Our Independence to maintain?
Oh poor Iredell where art thou sunk
That in my esteem ran so high;
We're either simple, bad or drunk,
Or sure some desolation's nigh.
Are all so stupid, I hope not,
Some feeling sense may yet be found
One poor old patriot may be got,
I witness here upon the ground.
My mite I'll freely hand it forth,
[throws down a dollar]
To help buy a little cheer,
That some poor men may know the worth
That Independence should have here.
Let no offence be given here
For I mean nought but social love,
And those whose minds can join the cheer
With open hand their friendship prove.
And those who do not like the plan
May see and hear as well as we;
We beg no favors from any man
That cannot let the same go free.
But social love we beg of all
Both male and female, rich and poor,
That Iredell county may not fall
Below her honor heretofore.
And now my heart begins to rise,
My muse to flutter in my breast;
Though party spirit I despise,
But love and joy be carest.
I hope you all with hearts unite,
Will join to celebrate the day,
In social mirth, peace and delight,
The fourth of July to display.
And should you raise my thoughts on high,
Though I claim neither praise nor pride
Perhaps my muse might quit the sigh,
You might hear from the other side.
For joy and love's more pleasant theme,
In my opinion to hold forth,
Than Iredell county for to blame
Or strip her of her former worth.
Then stop my muse; we nobler strains
May have for you another year,
Should peace and love fill heart and brains,
Rejoicing may again appear.
Our Author on the 19th of April 1808 made out a
piece of poetry by way of lamentation on the state
of our American affairs, the Embargo at that
time lying on us. He directs his piece chiefly to
his old fellow soldiers or veterans of the Revolu-
tionary war: It is as follows:
Tune, "Nelly of Killead," an old Irish Song.
Ye heroes of this nation,
With grief and vexation
Let us make observation
On our unhappy state.
Our American brave nation,
Now brought to desolation
And drove to desperation,
By our unhappy fate.
My heart is still a bleeding
To see such strange proceeding,
And foreigners a feeding
Upon our nation's spoil;
While American brave rangers
That helped us in dangers
May wander now as strangers
From their native soil.
At Bunker hill pray mind them,
At Trenton also find them,
Their praise is left behind them,
On history's noble page
Their actions prov'd them glorious,
And Washington victorious;
These facts are most notorious,
Both warlike, true and sage.
In those days we were free men,
No danger ever seeming
For to disjoint our union,
In our brave country's cause.
Our Congress, wise and steady,
Their wit was always ready,
They were not frail nor giddy
In making wholesome laws.
We then a tax could levy
To fit us out a navy,
With guns both stout and heavy,
For to defend our coast;
But now to save expences
Gun-Boats are our defences;
Sure no man in his senses,
Of such measures would boast.
We now are in confusion,
Or a foreign interest using
To bring us to delusion,
In our beloved land:
We hear of an Embargo,
I do not like to argue,
But mark what here I charge you,
Such measures cannot stand.
Our seaports now are shutted,
All merchandize is stopped,
Although it might be hoped
Such measures will soon end.
Yet by our late dispatches
We are still under hatches
By cunning foreign matches;
Our laws we cannot mend.
Our ships laid up like lumber,
I do not know what number
Have left our wharves to 'cumber
Every seaport town;
To rotting or worm eating,
While the owners are fretting,
No profit they are getting
From what is useless grows.
Our seamen left to begging,
And island trade is flagging,
While we are onward dragging
A life of bounden woe;
That by this great stagnation
Our tradesmen of each station
All to some foreign nation
To seek for bread may go.
In this sad situation
We find this noble nation,
That stood in warlike station
In Seventy Six of old;
When Washington did lead us
Our farmers they did feed us,
Our Congress laws they freed us;
In union we were bold.
Now to conclude my ditty ---
I think it is a pity
That men so great and witty,
As our law makers be,
Should leave this noble nation
In this sad situation
And dreadful desolation,
That formerly was free.
But my boys it is a folly
Thus to be melancholy,
We'ell mark all on the tally,
In hopes yet to regain
But mark my observation,
That sailors occupation
And soldiers of this nation
May be wanted again.
On the 4th of July, 1808, the Rev. James M'Ree,
was employed to give a discourse in the town of
Statesville, Iredell county, which he did and it is
now printed; yet nevertheless our Author prepared
a piece of poetry which has been shewn
and read to his friends, and is as follows:
Now thou my muse ascend on high,
The fourth of July now appears;
Let thoughts begone from every sigh,
And all our eyes be dry'd from tears.
When we look back to days of old
When British laws had the command,
And Bitish tyrants I am told
Did threaten to subdue our land.
But seventy six, that happy year,
Arriv'd when tyrants power did fall,
Our Independence fair and clear,
Abroad did blaze in sight of all.
And sure a blessing it must be,
That all true patriots feel with weight,
That Independence now we see,
In eighteen hundred and eight.
Our Independence now has stood,
This day begins thirty three years;
Our minds may this impress with good
For all to dispel all slavish fears.
Of foreign tyrants great and strong,
Even should it be an emperor;
If union be ourselve's among,
We need not fear an invader.
May we therefore our wishes join
On this our Independence day,
That love and union in each mind
May through our states still bear the sway.
Let party spirit be despis'd,
As that which would destroy our land,
While love and union should be priz'd
By which alone our strength can stand.
May aged patriots' joys be crown'd
When tottering from this earthly stage;
To see a race of heroes bound
In union's cause still to engage.
And may our youths still willing be,
Our Independence to maintain;
To latest ages may they see
The need of union to regain.
May foreign powers still stand agast,
Not daring to invade our land,
When they consider what is past
And how our union firm doth stand.
Our fair sex, may they ne'er forget,
Still uphold their place and worth,
Chaste honor with their love be met,
To give our nation further birth.
May aged and young both combine,
To grace our land with love's best charms;
May husbands and sweethearts always find
Chaste mates and wisdom in their arms.
Now to conclude: May peace and love
Reign through our land from sea to sea;
May patriot joy never remove,
On fourth of July here to be.
That Iredell county may be blest
With patriots here in love to dwell,
My wish is, should it be the last
From poor old James, and so farewell.
Also when the Embargo went off at the tenth of
June 1809, our Author made another song by
way of rejoicing on that occasion. And chiefly
directed to his old fellow soldiers, and is as fol-
Come all ye loyal heroes
Come listen now a while to me;
To these few lines that I have penn'd
To shew that we will be free.
That the Congress they may know,
And the foreign and domestic courts,
That for liberty and property
With loyalty we will exert.
When French and British edicts
Did come abroad, our lands did scar,
Said they you must pay tyibute
Or join with one of us in war.
Our Congress then to save us
A close embargo they did lay,
Your ships must stay at home sir,
Before we war or tribute pay.
In this sad situation
Our ships in ports were laid up;
Seamen without means of bred.
New laws to enforce the old
From time to time did fret our thought;
Our land to desolation
Was likely soon for to be brought.
But stout New England Yankees
Would not submit to such hard terms,
As ships in port still laid up
And produce rotting in their barns.
In large assembled bodies
Their rights as freemen did declare
Said they we fought for freedom,
Our constitution we revere.
Or Congress being alarmed
At such proud declarations made,
Thought it better to stop that law
Than totally stop our trade.
Therefore a resolution
Did pass both houses I hear say,
That on the tenth of June boys
Embargo law is done away.
No more of your embargoes
To hurt our thoughts or sink our land,
True freemen of America
The constitution will command:
And if no less will do then
Our lives and fortunes we will pledge,
Our country's rights for to defend,
If foreign powers they should rage.
The American brave Eagle
Will spread her wings and soar on high,
Under the divine blessing
All foreign powers we defy.
If we unite firmly
And party spirit lay aside,
A fig for all the foreign powers,
That would assail by land or tide.
So now my boys let us rejoice,
Since we the tenth of June do see;
Embargo laws are done away,
Columbia's sons they will be free.
Let party spirit also cease,
Let us unite as brethren should,
For peace and love is better
Than sorted heaps of yellow gold.
But should the case so happen,
That to the camps we must repair,
For to defend our country's rights,
The divine power can screen us there:
Though cannons roar and bullets fly,
None dies until his time has come,
We are as safe in battle
As if we were in bed at home.
Now to conclude my ditty,
My song is near unto an end;
I hope no true American
Will slight these few lines I've pen'd.
For to rejoice in freedom
A duty does appear to me,
So farewell old embargo,
We want no more of you to see.
God gave the constitution
And all good wholesome federal laws;
I hope each true American
Will firmly stand to the old cause:
And then we fear no foreign powers,
Although they proud and haughty be;
Since Independence we obtained,
May powers above still keep us free.
The following verses were made and sung by
James Gay, in Statesville, Iredell county, as an
address by Capt James Hart to his lady, on
the morning of the 4th of July 1809, and are
now published by his consent.
Tune "Sweet Anna from the beach came."
My Anna fair, true and complete,
With every charm that calls for love;
Let me salute thee as 'tis meet,
To shew that I thy charms approve.
This morning of our festive day,
Let me my first respects hold forth,
To my dear Anna's charming way,
To shew the praises of her worth.
In the sweet station where she stands,
To me as my beloved spouse;
My partner, owner of my lands,
And the firm steward of my house;
Our progeny at her command,
How sweet the task to crown my joys,
When I'm surrounded at my hand
With smiling girls and pratling boys.
The fourth of July now appears
In eighteen hundred and nine,
Love's tye to keep another year,
To my sweet Anna I resign.
Whether in health or sickness, I
Or church or state my lot should prove;
If my sweet Anna be but by,
It crowns my joys and Sweetens love.
Should my commission call me forth
In my lov'd country's defence,
Yet still the sense of Anna's worth
Would stay my thoughts from all pretence,
To any rival rich or poor
Or high or low tho' e'er so fair;
My Anna for to see once more,
Would keep my heart in constant care.
May Hart to Hart united be
Till life's rough voyage on earth is past;
We'll smooth its waves on every sea,
If firm true union still doth last.
Then we'll descend unto the tomb,
In hopes that we at last may find
Emanuel's land to be our home,
When worldly joys are left behind.
Thus may true love be ever paid
Through all the nations of the earth,
Its pure effects can ne'er be staid,
And none can count its real worth.
For gold at best is but world's trash,
Tho' we with it our coffers fill;
A guilty conscience might us lash,
But love is everlasting still.
Also on the morning of the Fourth of July, 1809, the
following verses were sung by James Gay, as Mrs.
Hart's answer to the above song, and are now pub-
lished with her consent.
To the same Tune.
Give ear all people to my theme,
That I set forth with truth sincere;
My captain Jimmy I proclaim,
As the chief joy of worldly care.
This morning of our festive day,
Let me my thanks abroad declare,
That I a husband have this day,
And children round to be my care.
That pleasant task I do esteem,
Of wife and mother to perform;
Still precious time for to redeem
And children's morals to reform.
Let no one call it drudgery,
For sure a good wife ne'er will frown
A loving husband to obey,
And nourish children of her own.
The year is now revolved round,
The fourth of July come again;
May thankfulness and love profound
Another year with us remain.
I find myself with stronger tyes
To my dear Jimmy faster bound;
My eyes a good husband espys,
And smiling children prattling round.
Should my dear Jimmy go abroad,
Or scenes of war should call him forth,
Yet paths of virtue's may be trod
While we remember virtues worth;
Although to foreign parts he roams,
Yet I'll be true as he has been,
And when the crouds around him throng,
He'll think on his own faithful Ann.
May we continue love's firm tye,
As we have had in time's that's past;
Though worldly comforts should run dry,
Yet true affection still may last.
Then to the tomb we'll sink in peace,
In hope to gain that happy shore,
Where strife and war must ever cease,
But love endures for ever more.
Thus firm true love and chastity,
Shall be my pride while here I live;
In wedlock bands I'm pleas'd to be,
It worldly comfort still can give;
And if I'm right improving time,
Then I shall meet a better friend,
In heavenly regions to be mine,
When worldly comforts all shall end.
On the Fourth of July 1809, in Statesville, James Gay
presented a song for the Light Horsemen of Iredell
county, addressed to their Captain James Hart. It is
published by the consent of the company.
To the tune of "What would a young woman do with an old man."
Now hail our brave captain we're happy to meet you,
On this fourth of July, we cheerfully greet you,
Since Embargoes are gone and our trade is now free,
We'll meet our good captain wherever he be.
We'll freely rejoice, each man in his station
For free Independence and the news of our nation.
Now on the fourth of July we'll take a good booze
And thank a kind Providence for the good news.
Our captain is good and we will obey him,
We hope none will dare in the least to betray him;
We will firmly stand by him in war or in peace,
To submit to his orders we think no disgrace.
We will mount on our horses when he gives command,
At the sound of the trumpet advance sword in hand;
Then we'll wheel march and form as he gives the
While we have a pistol or he has a sword.
Let no difference in politicks ever split us,
Our good constitution for ever will fit us;
Let no time serving fellows e'er dare to divide us,
While good captain Hart and subalterns guide us.
For the good of our country we have at heart,
We hope none will dare from the same to depart;
So we'll praise our good captain and take a good booze
And thank our good President for the good news.
Since gun boats are laid up and militia discharg'd.
And the good of our country greatly enlarg'd;
Let us join hand and heart as brethren should be
And sincerely be thankful that we are so free.
We'll praise our good President as it is fitting,
And firmly rely on our Congress that's sitting,
That they will do us justice in every way,
So in peace, love and union let us spend the day.
Since in the town of Statesville we're happily met
On the Fourth of July, some pleasure to get;
This day to parading we'll freely give up,
Although in the evening we may take a cup.
Then home to our families we'll soon repair,
To plough, reap and sow and embrace the sweet fair,
And provide for our families clothing and shoes,
And still thank a kind Providence for the good news.
To wives and sweethearts let a toast be display'd,
And to all clever ladies, both woman and maid;
Let no jarring nor jangling in this health be found,
Let the full flowing bumper go merrily round.
Our Captain's good lady let us not forget,
When our grog we have drank, she our table will set,
Then we'll toast her health boys & take a good booze,
And at evening be thankful for all the good news.
Our Author also produced the following verses as
Captain James Hart's Answer to the above Address or
Song, on the Fourth of July 1809, and is as follows: ---
I THANK you my lads for your kindly address,
In truth, love and honor I can do no less;
I esteem you my children, I love you so dearly,
Next kin to my wife, with affection sincerely.
Then let us be merry since here we have met
On this Fourth of July, some pleasure to get;
My house is you home boys, then take a good booze,
And thank a kind Providence for the good news.
Since Embargoes are gone and our trade is restor'd,
Some help to our country it soon will afford;
For our peace and plenty let us now rejoice,
I feel myself happy with you my good boys;
To rejoice in our freedom I hope you'll all join,
This July the Fourth, eighteen hundred and nine,
That day of the month was our freedom of old,
And now the Embargo is gone we're told.
Let no trifling jars in our company be,
I hope you're all happy to find we are free;
Though politics differ let us all be friends
It would grieve me my brethren to see you contend.
Since we're met, Independence abroad to display,
On the Fourth of July this precious day,
In social good friendship let us join hand in hand,
And sound Independence abroad in the land.
Since Madison has freed us from Embargo laws,
I hope you're all willing to sound his applause;
Relief to our country it surely has given,
Blest be the peace makers for they'll go to heaven.
Gun boats are laid up in our ports we are told,
I think it were good if they could all be sold,
And militia discharged then we'll live in peace,
And we hope love and friendship will ever increase.
When this day is over go home my good boys
To your wives and sweethearts, embrace and rejoice;
Go plough, reap and sow and be mindful of labor,
Be kind to your families and your good neighbor;
Provide for your house, meat, clothing and shoes,
And always be thankful for our late good news,
Since at home with your families you live in peace
Your children to raise, and your flocks will increase.
In your toast to your wives and sweethearts I do join,
Since you were so kind in remembering mine;
As a band of brothers let us be agreed,
Since our ports are now open and country freed.
We wish peace and friendship with all foreign foes,
For bowels of mercy we never will close,
But in peace and harmony let love be given,
In truth to live here preparing for heaven.
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Captain James Hart (10)
Maj. Mussendine Mathews (2)
Doctor Richard Bennet (2)
James Crawford, jun. (2)
James Campbell, Esq. (2)
Adlai Ewing (2)
Robert Williamson, Esq. (2)
Major John Nichols (2)
William N. Mitchell, SC
Captain Andrew M'Kenzie (4)
Joseph Allison (4)
AEneas Campbell, Esq.
Charles Mills (2)
Angus M'Kinzie (2)
Dr. Charles Harris (6)
Dr. Wm. Moore (6)
Thos. A. M'Gimpsey Esq. (2)
Gotlieb Shober, Esq. (3)
Andrew Hart (4)
David Crawford (4)
Benjamin Sternes, Con. (2)
Azel Sharp, Esq (2)
Major Gen. Montford Atokes (3)
Thomas L. Cowan (4)
Milus Nisbet (4)
James Irwin (2)
Francis & John Irwin (4)
John Irwin, sen. (4)
William Irwin (4)
James G. Brawley (1)
Archibald Cobb (2)
John Armstrong, Pinkneyville, SC (4)
George Lee Davidson, Esq. (2)
Edwin J. Osborne, Esq (4)
Robert Davidson, Esq. (2)
Thomas Williamson (2)
Joseph Stevenson, Esq.
John Forsythe, Esq. (4)
John Nisbet, Esq. (8)
Hutchins G. Burton, Esq. (2)
Capt. James Alexander
Capt. John M. Young (2)
Capt. Daniel Lewis (2)
George Gordon (2)
Samuel Welsh, Esq.
Thomas Crawford, sen. (2)
James Stevenson (2)
Robert Potts, jun.
Robert Baird (2)
Alexander Huggins (2)
Shirley La Farice (2)
Daniel Cress, Esq (6)
Henry Chambers (8)
Wm. A. Littlejohn (8)
M. Troy (4)
Horace B. Satterwhite (8)
S.L. Ferrand (4)
Andrew Kerr (6)
John R. Stokes (2)
J. Martin, sen. (4)
Edward Jones, Esq. (8)
Wm. Brandon (4)
Robert Torrance (4)
David M. Nesbit (4)
Source: Gay, James. A Collection of Various PIECES OF POETRY, Chiefly Patriotic. Raleigh, NC: William Boylan, 1810.
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