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The Rebels 
The Rebels 
Ye brave honest subjects who dare to be loyal And have stood the brunt of ev'ry trial
 Of hunting shirts and rifle guns. Come listen awhile and I'll sing you a song, I'll show you those Yankees are all in the wrong, Who with blust'ring look and most awkward gait, 'Gainst their lawful sovereign dare for to prate
 With their hunting shirts and rifle guns. 
The arch-rebels, barefooted tatterdemalions In baseness exceed all other rebellions
 With their hinting shirts and rifle guns. To rend the Empire, most infamous lies Their mock-patriot Congress do always devise Independence, like the first of rebels they claim But their p[lots will be damned in the annals of fame
 With their hunting shirts and rifle guns. 
Forgetting the mercies of Great Britain's king Who saved their forefathers' necks from the string
 With their hunting shirts and rifle guns. They renounce allegiance and take up their arms Assemble together like hornets in swarms So dirty their backs and so wretched their show That carrion-crow follows wherever they go
 With their hunting shirts and rifle guns. 
WIth loud peals of laughter, your sides sirs would crack To see General Convict and Colonel Shoe-Black
 With their hunting shirts and rifle guns. See cobblers and quacks, rebel priests and the like Pettifoggers and barbers, with sword and with pike And strutting the standard of Satan beside And honest names using, their black deeds to hide
 With their hunting shirts and rifle guns. 
From Songbook of the American Revolution, Rabson tune: Black Joak Apr98