Ode for Saint Tammany, This Day, May, 1787

Tammany. Balance a straw.

"Once more on Fair Schuylkill we cheerfully meet,
Our Sachems, our warriors, our (brethren to greet ;
The Great King above, has allow'd us again
To bury the hatchet, and brighten the chain,

Then your hands all my sons who for freedom have stood,
Who rescued my land at th' expense of your blood:
Such honors in history's bright annals shall shine,
And I glory to think such bold heroes are mine."

First Sachem. Over the bills, &c.

"Our hearts and hands are always free,
To brave the storm for Tammany;
When he commands, his sons obey,
Over the hills and far away.

Over the hills, like wind we fly,
To crush the foe, or bravely die;
Our Saint's commands none disobey,
Over the hills and far away."

Second Sachem. Peas upon a trencher.

"To Columbia's glory,
Recorded well in story,
We'll fill the glass,
And let it pass
Confusion to each Tory!"

Third Sachem. Once the Gods of the Greek, &c.

"Push about the brisk glass, 'twill enliven the soul,
'Tis the wine that absorbs all dull thinking;
Ev'n Cupid himself must give way to the bowl,
For his wounds are all caus'd by good drinking.

For 'tis wine, generous wine, that all sorrow destroys,
And routs our vexations and care :
The bottle was always a fountain of joy,
That wash'd off the dregs of despair."

Fourth Sachem. The Black rogue.

"Sing guahee honigee honigee makoonos,
Siskee anarichee, saturana waa ;
Oroonyagh makoonos, satira nekoonos,
Sangua taverana kenan anungara.

Drink round, drink round, each sachem and brother,
Drink round, drink round, and heed what I say!
A day like this, you'll ne'er find another,
So let us be cheerful, brisk, merry and gay."
Tammany. Vaudeville Balance a straw.

"Farewell ye fair banks, and ye fresh blooming trees,
Soft scenes of rich plenty and sweet smiling ease;
Again I return to the regions above,
And leave you my blessing, my wisdom, my love.

Guard your rights while you live, with your swords and your guns,
And may they descend, unalloy'd to our sons!
While Sol on this day shall propitiously shine
Be Peace, Independence and Liberty thine.

Guard your rights while you live, with your swords and your guns,
And may they descend, unalloy'd to our sons!
While Sol on this day shall propitiously shine
Be Peace, Independence and Liberty thine."

Kwanio Che Keeteru!