Oh, George The Third
By Daniel Taylor
This poem was written by John Brady – one of my ancestors – during the early days of the American Revolution. The sentiment expressed resonates with the souls of all who have lived under tyranny. Had this poem been written in the present day, word of such treasonous language would no doubt reach the ears of big brother in short order. FEMA has made it clear that it believes the founding fathers and all those that held their ideals were in fact the first terrorist organization.
To connect with the past and ancestry is one of the most fulfilling things that we can do. Alexis de Tocqueville wrote of this sustaining spirit in his 1835 book “Democracy in America.” He writes, “As long as the family spirit endured, the man who fought against tyranny was never alone: he had clients, hereditary friends, and close relatives on his side. And if this support failed him, he still felt sustained by his ancestors and animated by his descendants.”
Whatever your political persuasion is, we have the resolute spirit and courage of the individuals who fought in the Revolution to thank for our present day freedom. This spirit of freedom must not die, as it may be called upon again in defense of life and liberty.
Here is the poem:
Oh, George the third, what do you mean,
Is wisdom from you fled,
Or have you got no eyes to see
That England’s almost dead.
Why do you cause the foul north wind
Upon this garden to blow,
So that the flowers cannot spring,
It seems to blast them so.
Consider well before too late,
Consider while you’re king,
Oh think, think that your empires great,
While over us you sing.
But when you turn our cruel foe
As plainly doth appear,
Then we are forced to let you know
That you shall not reign here.
Nor shall your cursed ministry
Impose on us their laws,
And if they ask us to comply
Well smash and break their jaws.
At boston now they have begun
To show their cruel spright,
But well I know ere all was done
Many souls did take their flight.
And so shall many, many more
Ere we lose liberty,
Before freedom shall live no more
Both you and we shall die.