REBELLION is my theme all day; I only wish 'twould come (As who knows but perhaps it may?) A little nearer home. Yon roaring boys, who rave and fight On t'other side the Atlantic, I always held them in the right, But most so when most frantic. When lawless mobs insult the court, That man shall be my toast, If breaking windows be the sport, Who bravely breaks the most. But oh! for him my fancy culls The choicest flowers she bears, Who constitutionally pulls Your house about your ears. Such civil broils are my delight, Though some folks can't endure 'em, Who say the mob are mad outright, And that a rope must cure 'em. A rope! I wish we patriots had Such strings for all who need 'em.-- What! hang a man for going mad! Then farewell British freedom. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON BEING QUIZZED BY BALIEV by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) ZINNIAS by ANNA EMILIA BAGSTAD A SUMMER DAY by HENRY CHARLES BEECHING SHAKESPEARE by HENRY AMES BLOOD THE ANGRY ONES by BERTON BRALEY PARLEYINGS WITH CERTAIN PEOPLE OF IMPORTANCE: APOLLO AND THE FATES by ROBERT BROWNING THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: A LETTER TO CORDELIA by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |