Swept out of the womb
Towards a shore of freedom
Eyes hungrily seeking
A brave new world
Pilgrims and pirates set sail
For a land of untold riches
Finding shores of desolate sand
And fields of maize

Mother calls you home
"Come back to me" she cries
The gentle ears of a new country
Ignore the ringing call

Rebuke comes
Followed by armies of red coats
Thirteen fingers reaching
For the freedom within its grasp
Thirteen toes digging
Into soil it wishes so keep

Pain in the chest
And love in the heart
Don't tear this new country apart
England, fair well
Do drop in for tea
But not in Boston
Because the tax isn't free