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In England's proud days no long hair was seen,
Unlefs on the heads of base scoundrels I ween,
The Aristocrats then to freedom sworn foes,
To bind us in chains, with a tyrant arose.
To repel the vile flaves and our rights to maintain,
Up sprung the brave crops and subdued them amain.
The tyrant himself they caught tho'he Aed;
And to end all his schemes they cropt off his head.

Britons off with your hair, and you are sure to prevail,
For a crop strikes with terror, a flave with a tail,
When your ancestors wore short hair on their head,
They valiantly fought, and they nobly bled.
For Equality's laws, and the freedom of man,
Can you ever submit to betraying their plan,
Then follow their steps, and no longer be fops,
Your Hampdens, your Miltons, your Sydneys were crops.




HE fun of liberty is nigh,
The flying night now quits the sky,
All means was tried to bind the tongue,
When firmly thus the patriot sung.


A patriots life's the life for me,
Who deems the world his country,
If tyrants threaten still he'll be,
Firm to the cause of Liberty,
With manly voice I hear him cry,
I'll nobly live-or nobly die.


Prolong the night the despots say,
And tries to stem th' approaching day,
But light oe'rpowers, 'tis all in vain,
And patriot's fing in manly strain.

A patriot's life, &c.
A Bill, a bill, can Britons see,
The downfal of their liberty,
No-Albion's sons with heart and hand,
Unites while echoes through the land,

A patriot's life, &c.
Dark ignorance see none can save,
Dispell'd it finds a truth-bound

The fun of reason darts her rays,
On mortals-who chant forth her praise.

A patriot's life, &c.
And now from persecution free,
To enjoy the fruits of Liberty,
From exile to their friends and home,
See faithful patriots singing come.

A patriot's life, &c.
For tyranny see what disgrace,
It dare no longer shew it's face,
Mankind perceive, th' oppressive cheat,
And hark I hear in ev'ry street.

A patriot's life, &c.

R. M.


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À SON G. Sung by Mr. Meredith at Liverpool, on the Anniversary of

the French Revolution.

O'ER the vine-cover'd hills and gay regions of France,

See the day-star of Liberty rise ;,
O'er the clouds of detra&tion unwearied advance;

And hold its new course through the skies.
An effulgence fo mild, with a lustre fo bright,

All Europe with wonder surveys;
And from deserts of darkness, and dungeons of night's

Contends for a share of the blaze.

Let Burke, like a bat, from its splendour retire,

A splendour too strong for his eyes ;
Let pedants and fools his effufions admire,

Intrapt in his cobwebs like flies.


Shall phrenzy and sophistry hope to prevail,

'Where reason opposes her weight; When the welfare of millions is hung on the scale,

And the balance yet trembles with fate?

Ah! who midst the horrors of night would abide,

That can taste the pure breezes of morn; Or who that has drank of the chrystaline tide,

To the feculent flood would return
When the bosom of beauty the throbbing heart meets's

Ah, who can the transport decline s
Or who that has tasted of Liberty's sweets,

The prize but with life would refign?

-But 'tis over-high Heaven the decision approves,

Oppression has struggled in vain;
To the hell she has form's Superstition removes,

And Tyranny bites his own chain.
In the records of time a new æra unfolds,

All nature exults in its birth-
His creation benign the Creator beholds,

And gives a new charter to earth.

O catch its high import, ye winds as ye blow,
O bear it ye waves as ye

From regions that feel the sun's vertical glow,

To the farthest extremes of the pole.
Equal rights-equal laws—to the nations around,

Peace and friendship its precepts impart,
And wherever the footsteps of man shall be found,

May he bind the decree on his heart.

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