SAD Linn! Dark plots and direful things
In secret hatched and compacts made
In the vile den or sickly shade,
And writ with point of Slavery's blade,
In bloody book which Treason brings.
In this black book appears the name
And sentence of each Freedom's son__
Boldly in blood the letters run,
In the fierce hand of Hamilton.
Now stands to his infernal fame
The record of that bloody book.
Eleven blasts' from hell are blown__
Eleven teeth of dragon sown__
Eleven sons like grass cut down;
And Hydra of his feast partook.