Washington, the man who made us; a ballad play . and the fish of the sea To Adam, old Adam, our Lord He gave free, 89 90 WASHINGTON [Act II Till the lord of taxationCried, / made creation!I will take for my dishEvery fowl, every fish. Berry down, down! Hey, derry down! VOICES [Of persons dimly seen in the foreground.]Here they come—the Liberty Boys! Hurray!Whos that theyre riding on the pole?A Tory: hes a Tory! Theyve stripped him tarred and feathered. Here they come! Hoho,—see the Tory King-bird! [Whirled by in the flashing of lanterns, a fan-tastic human Form, blackened and stuck a
Washington, the man who made us; a ballad play . and the fish of the sea To Adam, old Adam, our Lord He gave free, 89 90 WASHINGTON [Act II Till the lord of taxationCried, / made creation!I will take for my dishEvery fowl, every fish. Berry down, down! Hey, derry down! VOICES [Of persons dimly seen in the foreground.]Here they come—the Liberty Boys! Hurray!Whos that theyre riding on the pole?A Tory: hes a Tory! Theyve stripped him tarred and feathered. Here they come! Hoho,—see the Tory King-bird! [Whirled by in the flashing of lanterns, a fan-tastic human Form, blackened and stuck all withfeathers, rides high on a pole borne on the shoul-ders of Young Men, who rush past and off thescene, still yelling their song.] THE LIBERTY BOYS So the sons of old Adam, with Liberty TreeTossed the fish in the air and the fowl in the sea, Crying, Lord of foul weathers, Your fish shall wear feathers Till the tar of your tax Melts offen their backs. Derry down, down! Hey, derry down! VOICES I—Theyll moult that bird in the duck Act II] WASHINGTON 91 II—Theyll be back soon and join us. Whos next? Ill—Old Myles Cooper. II—What—the College President? Ill—Aye, well tar him next: hes a Tory. IV—Hes inside there now, but were layin for him. A VOICE [Calling like a Street-Crier.]Ballad! Buy your penny-ballad! [Carrying a bunch of narrow paper strips, thetattered Figure of Quilloquon is glimpsed mov-ing among others in the dimness, hawking balladsand reciting snatches of them.]Hearken, patriots! That land of slaves, where snares are laid,There royal rights all right defeat: They taxed my sun, they taxed my shade,They taxed the wretched crumbs I eat; They taxed my hat, they taxed my shoes, Fresh taxes still on taxes grew;They would have taxed my very nose Had I not fled, dear friends, to you. A VOICE [Followed by laughter.]Sure, then, even your nose aint safe over here. 92 WASHINGTON [Act II OTHER VOICES [One]Whoever would give up essential liberty to pur-ch
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