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The American Revolution – Primary Source document


Come Shake Your Dull Noodles

parody of The Liberty Song

Boston, 1768


Come shake your dull Noodles, ye Pumpkins, and bawl,
And own that you're mad at fair Liberty's call;
No scandalous Conduct can add to your Shame,
Condemn'd to Dishonour, Inherit the Fame.

In Folly you're born, and in Folly you'll live,
To Madness still ready,
And Stupidly steady,
Not as Men, but as Monkeys, the Tokens you give.

Your Grandshire, old Satan, now give him a Cheer,
Would act like yourselves, and as wildly would steer:
So great an Example in Prospect still keep,
Whilst you are alive, Old Belzee may sleep.

In Folly you're born, and in Folly you'll live,
To Madness still ready,
And Stupidly steady,
Not as Men, but as Monkeys, the Tokens you give.

The Tree, which the Wisdom of Justice hath rear'd,
Should be stout for their Use, and by no Means be spar'd:
When fuddled with Rum the mad Sots to restrain,
Sure Tyburn will sober the Wretches again.

In Folly you're born, and in Folly you'll live,
To Madness still ready,
And Stupidly steady,
Not as Men, but as Monkeys, the Tokens you give.

When in your own Cellars you've quaff'd and Regale,
Then drive, tug and stink, the next House to assail;
For short is your Harvest, nor long shall you know
The Pleasure of Reaping what other Men sow.

In Folly you're born, and in Folly you'll live,
To Madness still ready,
And Stupidly steady,
Not as Men, but as Monkeys, the Tokens you give.

Then plunder, my Lads, for when Red Coats appear,
You'll melt like the Locust when Winter is near;
Gold vainly will glow, Silver vainly will shine,
But, Faith, you must skulk, you no more shall purloin.

In Folly you're born, and in Folly you'll live,
To Madness still ready,
And Stupidly steady,
Not as Men, but as Monkeys, the Tokens you give.

All Ages shall speak with Contempt and Amaze,
Of the vilest Banditti that swarm'd in these days;
In Defiance of Halters, of Whips and of Chains,
The Rogues would run Riot, dam'd Fools for their Pains.

In Folly you're born, and in Folly you'll live,
To Madness still ready,
And Stupidly steady,
Not as Men, but as Monkeys, the Tokens you give.

Gulp down your last Dram, for the Gallows now groans,
And Order depress'd, her lost Empire bemoans;
While we quite transported and happy shall be,
From Mobs, Knaves and Villians, protected and free.

In Folly you're born, and in Folly you'll live,
To Madness still ready,
And Stupidly steady,
Not as Men, but as Monkeys, the Tokens you give.



Primary Source excerpt and adaptation via:

American Revolutionary War Songs to Cultivate the Sensations of Freedom, sung by Arthur F. Schrader (NY: Folkways Records and Service Corp, 1951) http://www.folkways.si.edu/arthur-f-schrader/american-revolutionary-war-songs-to-cultivate-the-sensations-of-freedom/historical-song/music/album/smithsonian