Hence British freedom, rights and laws, Great George and Charlotte's happy reign, In union binds the land, And scatters blessings o'er the main With a benignant hand: The regal stock its royal fruit Like ivy round it clings, From whence its spreading branches shoot, A race of future Kings. Chorus. Thence English, Scotch, and Irishmen, The Voice of Britain. way, my brave boys, haste away to the shore, ur foes, the vile French, boast they 're straight coming o'er, > murder and plunder, and ravish and burn! et them come-we 'll take care they shall never return: or around the white cliffs, hark! the notes loudly ring, Brave Britons are ready, Steady, boys, steady, fight for old England, our laws, and our Queen. They know that united, we, sons of the waves, They swore we were slaves, were all lost and undone That a Jacobin nostrum, as sure as a gun, Would make us all equal, and happy and free; 'Twas only to dance round their liberty tree. No, no, round the cliffs, &c. But their note is now changed, and they threaten pour Their hosts on our land, to lay waste and devour; My sweet rosy Nan is a true British wife, And Ned, my brave boy, with a true English heart, While he sings all day long, let the notes, & Away, then, my boys, haste away to the shore, Our foes, the vile French, boast they're straight coming o'er, To murder, and plunder, and ravish, and burn, They may come-but by For around the, &c. ! they shall never return. We Want no Kepublic. Ye brave loyal heroes who honour the Queen, Fair liberty, England has built thee a throne, Ever dear to our hearts, chiefest blessing of Heaven, s the freedom we have in the land that we live in : We want no Republic, we'll have no Repeal! To gain us this freedom our ancestors bled, And we swear by the blood which our forefathers shed To fight to the last in fair liberty's cause, And guard our religion, our Queen, and our laws: We want no Republic, we'll want no Repeal! Should France e'er attempt, or by fraud, or by guile, Her forces to land on our Emerald Isle, To form a Republic, and force the Repeal, We'll show to the world that we'll never be slaves, And the French shall possess our green fields for their graves. Should the torrent of war ever burst on our land, For our Queen and the Union till death firm we'll stand : We want no Republic, we'll have no Repeal! King William. To William, wise, the good and great, Queen Bess maintained the Reformation, From France's yoke and Rome's false creed, To him the Pope's weak minion owes A liberty by thousands taken, O'Neil, once deemed the Pope's right hand, The Popish creed have long disclaimed, Of bulls, and beads, and mass ashamed. An hundred years ago, O'Donnell Renounced the "BEAST" in old Tyrconnell ; McMahon's race in fruitful Clare, Abhor Priestcraft and Latin prayer: Fitzgibbon on fair Limerick's plain, The Monks and Masshouses disdain ; The Rourks in Mayo, once renowned, Among high Protestants are found. Clawickard's Marquis in Galway own No fealty, but to England's throne; To William's sword, as all men know, The "Habeas Corpus" act we owe. Our thanks to him we may express, For all the freedom of our press; The lawyer, too, who now delights In William's boon, the Bill of Rights. Free from the bailiff, dun, and setter, The Sabbath-day he gave the debtor; His deeds by Addison were sung, And gallant Wellesley, too, when young, His harp in William's praises strung. |