It wasn’t too long before we settled
in a country that had not been meddled;
It seem as though there were plenty
of crops and goods for Mister Penn-y;
We had longer seasons for crops
down  in the middle colonies.

But if you’re a witch,
you have committed felony!
Burned at the stake,
another life we take;
You have sinned in the minds of us
and this was a subject not left to discuss.

Before long women and children
were to cook and clean in the building;
But on Sabbath, no one plays,
at home with the bible everyone stays;
Protestant, Catholic, or Jewish,
everyone was srewish,
towards one another for their choice.

Black, beige, tan or otherwise,
you are a sore to all the eyes;
We do not welcome people of color,
we often think of them as smaller.

For down in the middle colonies,
cash crops were hot comodities;
Selling one after another,
tell me, did I stutter?

Get back to work, don’t be pittish,
you’ll never be like us, the British;
The soil may be dry,
but do you want to be like Bligh?

Let’s take a moment to reminisce,
while we look at the oceanic abbys;
The day we arrived
was but a surprise;
The Indians were angry,
they tried to hang me!
But now that we’ve somewhat bonded,
we have indeed successfully founded,
the new home of the undaunted.