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For those rights, which, unstained, from your Sires had descended, May you long taste the blessings your valour has bought, And your sons reap the soil which their fathers defended! Though robb'd of mild peace,

May our nation increase

With the glory of Rome and the wisdom of Greece,

CHORUS.

For no Son of Old England shall e'er be a slave,
While the earth bears a plant, or the sea rolls a wave.

Whilst France her huge limbs bathes recumbent in blood,
And Society's base threats with wide dissolution;
May Peace, like the dove that return'd from the flood,
Find an ark of abode in our mild Constitution.
For though peace is our aim,

Yet the boon we disclaim,

If bought by our Sov'reignty, Justice, or Fame:
For no Son, &c.

The fame of our arms, of our laws the mild sway,
Has justly ennobled our nation in story;

But a proud haughty foe would obscure our bright day,
And blot out the sun of Britannia's glory.

Let invaders be told,

Tho' the Tyrant has sold

Our country to murder, and rob of its gold, That no Son, &c.

Should the tempest of warfare continue to blow,`
Its blasts can ne'er rend Freedom's temple asunder;
Cornwallis and Nelson, like our late gallant Howe,
With our Tars will repulse all assaults of its thunder,
Foes assail us in vain,

Our fleets rule the main,

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And our altars and laws with our lives we'll maintain. For no Son, &c.

Our plains they are crown'd with imperial oak,

Whose roots, like our liberties, ages have nourish'd;

And long ere our nation submits to the yoke,

Not a tree shall be left on the land where it flourish'd,
Should invasion impend,

Britain's Sons would descend

From the plains and the mountains, their shores to defend. For no Son, &c.

Let Fame to the world sound Britannia's voice,

No intrigue can her Sons from their liberties sever; A King is their pride, and the laws are their choice, Which will flourish till Liberty slumbers for ever. Then unite heart and hand,

Like Leonidas' band,

And swear to the God of all ocean and land, That no Son of Old England will e'er be a slave, While the earth bears a plant, or the sca rolls a wave.

ODE

ON THE PROSPECT OF WAR.

HARK! the battle's mingled hum Echoes from the Gallic shore; Sounds the "Spirit-stirring drum,” Neighing steed, and cannon's roar.

Lo! what tempests gather round,

Black, and big with England's fate! England, rouse thee at the sound; Lo! the Gaul is at the gate;

Ere the shaft of War be sped,
Meet it, and prevent the blow:
Pow'rs of Europe, lend your
aid
To destroy the common foe.

By the festering heaps that lie
Stretch'd on Hohenlinden's plain,
Haste to join thine old ally,

Austria, be thyself again,

By the ghosts of those that bled
On Marengo's fatal day,
Austria rise, revenge the dead!
Austria, wipe thy shame away.

Is Italia's sun of glory

Set; and shall it ise no more? Romans, think of your proud story; Emulate the deeds of yore.

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Said Talleyrand to Bonaparte,

"Beware how you go over,
For John Bull is so stout of heart,
He'll meet you Sir, at Dover;
And only think how he will fight,

For what he holds so dear Sir,
You'll find the advice I give is right,
Oh! do not venture there, Sir,"
Said Bonaparte" why han't I beat
The German and the Dutchmen,"
Said Talleyrand—“ full well you know,
The English are not such men;
That gallant land, with single hand,
Defies
your power to shake her,
And e'er you step your foot on shore,
Pray think, good Sir, on Acre."

Said Bonaparte, all in a rage,

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"I will wipe out that blot Sir, I will once more their troops engage," Said Tal-" you'd better not Sir; I rather fear they'll seek us here,

My council pray rely on, The Gallic Cock has crow'd so loud, He's wok'd the BRITISH LION!”.

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"Methinks I hear his dreadful roar,
And see him shake his mane Sir,
And where he is to go on shore,
Will prove you are insane Sir;
In ev'ry age we've been his sport,
Ah! go not, let me préss ye,'
Oh! think of Egypt, Agincourt,.
Of Poictiers, and of Cressy.".

But Bonaparte's resolv'd to brave,

And meet the British thunder, And if he can't come o'er the waves,

He swears he will dive under; Then Englishmen his vengeance dare,

And when he comes on land, Sirs, We'll give the tyrant British cheer, And meet him Sword in Hand, Sirs.

THE BANTAM COCK. COME listen every Lord and Lady,

Squire, Gentleman, and Statesman, I've got a little song to sing,

About a very great man! And if the name of BONAPARTE Should mingle in my story, 'Tis with all due submission, To his honour's worships glory. Bow, wow, wow, &c. The kindness of this philanthropic Gentleman attending, From shore to shore, Colossus like,

Their grievances amending, To Britain would reach, if he could,

From fancied ills to save ye;
But tho' he likes us vastly well,
He does not like our Navy!
Bow, wow, wow, &c.

With Egypt once he fell in love,
Because it was a high road
To India, for himself and friends

To travel by a nigh road;
And after making mighty fuss,

And fighting night and day there, 'Twas vastly ungenteel of us,

Who would not let him stay there,
Bow, wow, wow, te.
A No-

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A Nobleman was sent to him,
For negociation able,
And BONAPARTE kindly set,

Him down at his own table.
And in a story two hours long,
The Gentleman was heard in,
Whilst the Ambassador declar'd
He could not get a word in.
Bow, wow, wow,
&e.
With Belles and Beaux the drawing-

room

One morning it was quite full, And BONA, like a bantam-cock,

Cane crowing rather spiteful; He then began to huff and bluff, To shew that war his trade is; He scolded all the Englishmen, And frighten'd all the Ladies!!!

Bow, wow, wow, &c.

From Malta next he took his text,
My Lord look'd rather blue on't.
For every trick the Consul had,

My Lord had one worth two on't:
Why, General, says he, s'death and fire,
Unless you cease these capers,
They'll publish every word you say
In all the English papers.

Bow, wow, wow, &c.

My Lord, says he, you needs must see,
I pity British blindness,
And wish to open all your eyes,

Out of pure love and kindness;
To make a generous people free,
My legions shall pell mell come,
What think you then? Why, Sir I
think,

They'd be more free than welcome.
Bow, wow, wow, &c.

When I come o'er, I'll make all Britons

Live in perfect bliss, Sir,

I'm sure they will receive me just

As kindly as the Swiss, Sir. The odds a hundred are to one I fail, tho' Fortune's minion; Says our Ambassador to him, I'm quite of your opinion.

Bow, wow, wow,

&c.

My Lord, says he, I'll take the field;
You'd better take the ocean,

My plans are deep-Why yes they'll

reach

The bottom I've a notion. What would the English think to see Me 'twixt Boulogne and Dover? Why, General, they'd surely think, Your Worship half seas over! Bow, wow, wow, &c.

Your Government, I'll tame, says he,

Since war you are so fond on; I've got my will in Paris here,

And wish the same in London; I'll rule your great John Bull! says he, I have him in the ring, Sir. Says John, I'll not be rul'd by you, Nor any such a thing, Sir.

Bow, wow, wow, &e.

Then bring me flag invincible,
A Scot took it long ago, Sir,
For now, I think, your ships I'll sink,
And never strike a blow, Sir.
A clever man has found a plan,

A plan he's surely right in,
For if you beat the British fleet,
It must not be at fighting.

Bow, wow, wow, &e.

Quite frantic now, he vows revenge
The moment that he's landed;
And proudly boasts we cannot hope
To fight him single handed.
What, single handed, we can do,

His troops shall know full well soon, For him, he learn'd it long ago,

From single handed NELSON. Bow, wow, wow, &c. Now, since their minds are quite made

up,

Let me, on this occasion,
Make one request to Neptune, should

They dream of an Invasion:
To bring them safely out of port,

On gentle billows guide them,
To where a set of British boys
May anchor close beside them.,^ƒ
Bow, wow, wow, &c.

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