Up with the Standard of England.
[Inserted by the kind permission of Mr. G. Emery, 408, Oxford Street, London, to whom the Copyright belongs, and where the Music may be had.]
Hark! hark! where the lion is roaring;
List! list! 'tis the growl of the bear,
Above the proud Eagle is soaring,
The Crescent waves high in the air.
The steed with impatience is neighing,
The flag of rude War is unfurled,
The Trumpet its wild note is braying,
And threatens the peace of the World.
Then up with the Standard of England,
Our watchword alone be "Advance!"
Up, up with the Standard of England
And raise the brave Banner of France.
'Tis fearful that Life should be wasted,
'Tis dreadful that Blood should be shed,
That the Horrors of war should be tasted,
And that Ravens and Wolves should be fed.
All that honour permits has been borne,
Every mild art of peace has been tried,
Mediation been met with proud scorn,
And now "War to the knife" must decide.
Then up with the Standard of England, &c.
