LET then your ancient honour shine.
Prepare your arms and form the line.
You see the French they did design.
To overthrow this nation:
We’ll sooner die than we will run.
While we can stand-with sword and gun,
We'll fight like ancient Britain’s sons.
The raging main with blood we’ll stain,
The Duke of York we will maintain.
While we have shot and powder.
You see the Convention did combine.
In hopes the victory to obtain,
But brave Lord Howe did them disdain,
Tho’ Jacobins supply them;
Our little Isle will not comply,
We'll conquer France or else we'll die.
Our fame shall echo thro’ the sky;
Never fly nor quit the field.
Till our enemies do yield.
The god of war defies them.
God bless our fleets where’er they be,
The Duke of York and his army;
They could scheme it particularly.
Brave Cobourg and brave Clairfayte;
Likewise brave Hood that’s in our fleet,
And all commanders that are discreet.
That’s not afraid their foes to meet,
Boldly fight for your right.
May your foes be vanquish’d quite,
God save our troops and seamen.
God bless Great George his Majesty,
Our fleets and troops by land and sea,
That fight like Britons bold and free,
And never will dissemble:
Rivers of their blood shall run.
For ever they cry we’re all undone,
We have not strength to load a gun;
Let us fly or we die.
Behold the British troops are nigh,
That makes us fear and tremble.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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