Britons bauld though Britons few,
On the plains o' Waterloo;
Britons heroes, always true,
To rights and liberty.
Fire your blood my vet'ran boys;
Waurpation's yoke despise;
Slavery fa's and slavery dies.
Before brave British play.
See the haughty tyrant comes,
See his darling warlike sums,
Hear the rattling o' his drums,
To sie sweet Freedom's sway.
We'll divert him wi' the charms
O' our swords, and o' our arms;
In his ear we'll strike our thairms,
That Britons shall be free.
Tho' his guns like thunders roar,
Fight like lions ⟨as before,⟩
⟨Conquer o'er⟩, or kiss the gore,
That welcomes bravery.
See the lightning's flashing by,
Darkening black the louring sky—
Traitor turn and coward fly,
March, heroes, on wi’ me.
Europe’s past, and Europe's foe.
See his lang decisive blow,
See his deadly overthrow,
Frae thrones and monarchy.
Sodgers—heroes o' renown,
Laurels fresh await our crown,
Liberty is Britain's own.
Then forward win her plea.
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