1776: Cool, Cool, Considerate Men

Oh say do you see what I see?
 Congress sitting here in sweet serenity
 I could cheer
 The reason's clear
 For the first time in a year
 Adams isn't here
 And look!
 The sun is in the sky
 A breeze is blowing by
 And there's not a single fly
 I sing, Hosanna! Hosanna
 Hosanna, hosanna
 And it's cool
 Come, ye cool, cool, conservative men
 Our like may never ever be seen again
 We have land
 Cash in hand
 Self command
 Future planned
 Fortune thrives
 Society survives
 In neatly ordered lives
 With well endowed wives
 Come sing hosanna, hosanna
 In our breeding and our manner
 We are cool
 Come ye cool, cool, considerate set
 We'll dance together to the same minuet
 To the right
 Ever to the right
 Never to the left
 Or ever to the right
 Let our creed
 Be never to exceed
 Regulated speed
 No matter what the need
 Come sing hosanna, hosanna
 Emblazoned on our banner
 Is "keep cool"
 What we do, we do rationally
 We never ever go off half-cocked, not we
 Why begin
 Till we know that we can win?
 And if we cannot win
 Why bother to begin?
 We say this game's not of our choosing
 Why should we risk losing?
 We cool, cool men
 Mr. Hancock
 You're a man of property
 One of us
 Why don't you join us in our minuet?
 Why do you persist on dancing with Mr. Adams?
 Good Lord, sir!
 You don't even like him
 That is true
 He annoys me quite a lot
 But still I'd rather trot
 To Mr. Adams' new gavotte
 But why, sir?
 For personal glory?
 For a place in history?
 Be careful, sir
 History will brand Mr. Adams and his followers
 As traitors
 Traitors, Mr. Dickerton?
 To what?
 The British crown? Or the British half-crown?
 Fortunately there are not enough men of property in America
 To dictate policy
 Perhaps not
 But don't forget that most men with nothing
 Would rather protect the possibility of becoming rich
 Than face the reality of being poor
 And that is why
 They will follow us
 To the right
 Ever to the right
 Never to the left
 Forever to the right
 Where there's gold
 A market that will hold
 Tradition that is old
 Reluctant to be bold
 I sing hosanna, hosanna
 In a sane and lucid manner
 We are cool
 We're the cool, cool, considerate men
 Whose like may never ever be seen again
 With our land
 Cash in hand
 Self command
 Future planned
 And we'll hold
 To our gold
 Tradition that is old
 Reluctant to be bold
 We say this game's not of our choosing
 Why should we risk losing?
 We cool (cool, cool, cool)
 Cool (cool, cool)
 Cool
 Cool
 Men