O hasten the day, then, proud Tyrant of France, To honour, &c. If they fail to invade us, ye Britons, what then? THE TRUE BRITON. Tune-"Hearts of Oak. COME, cheer up, my friends, let's together unite, Hearts of oak are our ships, jolly Tars are our men, Steady, boys, steady, To fight and to conquer again and again. If we to ourselves and each other prove true, Thus the glory of England we'll ever maintain, Steady, boys, steady, To fight and to conquer again and again. With Religion to guide us, with Laws we revere, To fight and to conquer again and again. Let them boast, as they please of some victories gain'd, Steady, boys, steady, To fight and to conquer again and again. Then give for OLD ENGLAND a loud hearty cheer: 66 Rule, Britannia, for ever!" and "God save the King!" may he long continue o'er the Empire to reign, 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, 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, The brave, &c. George the Third is not King by his sceptre alone, To his standard, when rais'd, flies the brave Volunteer; Of his strength, tho' the Corsican tyrant may boast; (Striking the breast) Which strengthens the arm of the brave Volunteer; The brave, &c. But if verse succeeds verse, and line thus follows line, 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 'Our Isle he would ravage-our beef he's for eating, He humbug'd the Dutchmen, the Swiss, and Italians, 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 This Corsican Chief and his grim Şans Cullottes, If they dare venture here with their flat-bottom❜d boats, Bear a hand then my lads, and about push the jug, But the rascally French we will heartily flog, If e'er on our our shores they dare cruize-O ! The Times. And now shall that thrice beaten Nation, Who oft at home has felt our might, Menace our coasts with fell invasion, And find us laggarts in the fight? Shall her proud Lord with ruin threat us, Shall our lov'd wives and daughters And shall the dogs of desolation Roam through the land in revelry? And to a Despot Tyrant bending, Shall we our freedom yield, and laws? And shall we tamely fail defending Alike our King's and Country's cause? O! let it not be told in story, That (when a fierce invader came) Forgetful of their father's glory, To interest dead, and dead to fame, A SONG, On the threatened Invasion by BRITONS, have you heard their boast ? Nay, to rob you quite of rest, Wantley's Dragon crack'd the stones Like the mighty HANNIBAL, |