O hasten the day, then, proud Tyrant of France,
To invade British isles let your prows now advance;
For conquest you're arm'd, and your legions shall see,
That Britons resolve or to die or live free.

To honour, &c.

If they fail to invade us, ye Britons, what then?
We'll cross o'er the seas-strike the pard in his den;
Since the fam'd BRITISH LION is rous'd, you
shall see,
That France from this tyrant shall soon be set free!'
To honour, &c.

THE TRUE BRITON.

Tune-"Hearts of Oak.

COME, cheer up, my friends, let's together unite,
For our Country, our King, and our Altars to fight;
Whilst our Tars sweep the ocean, our troops line the shore,
Let the Frenchmen but face us-we'll ask for no more.

Hearts of oak are our ships, jolly Tars are our men,
We always are ready,

Steady, boys, steady,

To fight and to conquer again and again.

If we to ourselves and each other prove true,
Those pretenders to reason we soon shall subdue,
And the Consular grampus may threaten in vain,
For Britannia will ever rule over the main.

Thus the glory of England we'll ever maintain,
In her defence always ready,

Steady, boys, steady,

To fight and to conquer again and again.

With Religion to guide us, with Laws we revere,
With a Monarch we love, and a God whom we fear;
Shall the despot's vile slaves with freemen contend,
Who've such blessings to fight for, such rights to defend?
And these blessings and rights with our lives to maintain,
We always are ready,
Steady, boys, steady,

To fight and to conquer again and again.

Let them boast, as they please of some victories gain'd,
Of murders committed, and plunder obtain❜d;
'Twas by gold or by art they such triumphs atchiev'd,
Help'd by traitors they paid, or by fools they deceiv'd;
But no longer in Britain such wretches remain,
One and all we are ready.

Steady, boys, steady,

To fight and to conquer again and again.

Then give for OLD ENGLAND a loud hearty cheer:
Here's a halter for those who would welcome them here;
Let us join hearts and hands then, and merrily sing-

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Rule, Britannia, for ever!" and "God save the King!"
And

may he long continue o'er the Empire to reign,
And his subjects be ready,

Steady, boys, steady,

To fight and to conquer again and again.

THE VOLUNTEER.

THE true Briton who's staunch to the King, Church, and State,
When enemies threaten, and dangers await,

With zeal patriotic will throw aside fear,

And cheerfully enter a brave Volunteer.

A brave Volunteer, a brave Volunteer,

And cheerfully enter a brave Volunteer.

Look all over the world, North, South, East, and West,
Great Britain's the country above all the rest;
No nation is richer, or happier, or freer;-
This it is which inspires the brave Volunteer;

The brave, &c.

George the Third is not King by his sceptre alone,
In the hearts of his people he sets up his throne;
His goodness, his virtues, we love and revere,

To his standard, when rais'd, flies the brave Volunteer;

Of his strength, tho' the Corsican tyrant may boast;
Tho' thousands, nay myriads, may cover his coast;
Yet with all his great prowess he wants something here,

(Striking the breast)

Which strengthens the arm of the brave Volunteer;

The brave, &c.

But if verse succeeds verse, and line thus follows line,
On a subject so endless-you'll lose all your wine;
Then a bumper fill up to my toast with three cheers,
"LONG LIFE and SUCCESS TO OUR BRAVE VOLUNTEERS!!!"
Our brave Volunteers, &c.

SONG

IRISH AIR." All for my Frolicksome Cruize-O pes

THE Corsican cut-throat loud threatens Invasion

If his demands we refuse-O!

Let him come-He shall sorely repent the occasion
Of his fell desperate cruize-O!

'Our Isle he would ravage-our beef he's for eating,
To scramble our Cash he would chuse, O!
But he'll lose his character, and get a big beating,
All for his desperate cruize-O!

He humbug'd the Dutchmen, the Swiss, and Italians,
And got them all fast in his noose—O !

But if e'er he comes here with his Tatter-demallions,

He thinks he can bully by Gallic bravado

Our brave Volunteers, and True Blues-01
But we'll tip him the fate of the Spanish Armado,
And soon put a stop to his cruize—() !

This Corsican Chief and his grim Şans Cullottes,
Their ill-gotten fame shall soon lose—O!

If they dare venture here with their flat-bottom❜d boats,
Sweet Sorrow they'll sup for their cruize-O !

Bear a hand then my lads, and about push the jug,
And cheerily each take the booze-O!

But the rascally French we will heartily flog,

If e'er on our our shores they dare cruize-O ! The Times.