Song, to the tune of “Vous l’ordonnez”5
Friend of the law,
Of citizens, of men,
I wish to sing your glory aloud
As they sang in Greece and Rome
Your equals, rather than great kings.
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Draw nigh,
My amiable friends
Who have tasted freedom, and let us laud
The constant guardian
Singing the honor that others envy.
If you do deign
For your recompense,
O Gyselaar, who defends us,
Receive well our gratitude,
Knowing that we are esteemed by you.
We know
All those whose hearts do ache
With yours in perfect unison
The fatal chain shall break,
Imposed on us by enemies of the just.
You live therefore
For many a year
Enjoying pleasures most sweet
As writers who have charmed us do—
Such are our wishes formed for you.
Song, to the tune of “God Save the King”
The first of the Adams
Enslaved his children
By eating too much,
But a wiser Adams
Preserved their destiny,
Giving them liberty
In our own time.
Nymphs of the ocean
And of the continent
That it doth bathe,
Like me, by your songs
Celebrating and dancing
The illustrious agent
Of this event.