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Poetry.
AIR . —Tune , Charge tie Musket , & c . Gasconading France , mv lads , Has threaten'd to inv . idc us , ' Sans Culottes , in whole brigades , 'Swear under-foot they'll tread us ; CHORUS . But , if concord bind our lands ,
We soon shall homeward chase them , And teach those vile frog-eating bands That British boys dare face them . Oft have France's frighted fields Beheld our Lion roar , Sir , And oft have British swords and shields Been stain'd with Gallic gore , Sir ; CHORUS .
And still if concord bind our lands , We homeward ' gain will chase them , And teach those vile frog-eating bands That British lads dare face them . Canip ' erdown and Lagos Bay Can tell hoiv foes were frighted , All their honours fled away , Their boasted laurels blighted .
CHORDS . Oh ! let us then like Duncan fight , Like Jervislearn to quel ] , them ; Then France will find , for all her might , That Britons can repel them . Come then , Brothers , ere I go , And ive me your
opinionsg Shall we fight the daring fee , Or yield up our dominions ? CHORUS . No—let concord bind our lands , And soon we'll homeward chase them , And teach those vile frog-eating bands That British lads will face them .
KECITATIVE . The Scotian hero , with the tidings stung , ' Grasp'd his claymore , and from the table sprung ; [ flame , His eves , indignant flash'd with martial His heart beat high for his lov'd Scotia ' s fame ; With manly warmth the trio he address'd ,
' And thus the ardour of his soul confess'd . AIR . —Tune , In the Garb of old Gaul . When Rome ' s conquering eagle first flew to our isle . [ smile ; The Genius of Freedom was seen for to ' Proud Romans , ' cry'd Freedom , ' your conquests are o ' er , [ our shoie . Your fame ' s ne plus ultra stands mark'd on
CHORUS . ' Such was their love of liberty , their country and their laws , 'Th . it ' like their noble ancestors they stood for Freedom ' s cause ; ' They boldly fought , like heroes bright , for honour and applause , 'And defy'd the Roman legions to alter their laws . '
Thy stones , Aberlemno , and history can 'ell , [ did repel ; How the arms of our fathers their foes And Loncarty ' s plain will through ages convey Our ancestors' fame , and the glory of Hay . CIIOKUS . ' Such was their love of libertytheir
coun-, try and their laws , ' That like their valiant ancestors they stood for Freedom's cause ; ' They boldly fought , like heroes bright , for honour and applause , ' And defy'd the northern Vandals to alter their laws . ' Then ne ' er let the sons of old ScoI ia
despair , [ reign there ; For Freedom , blest Freedom ! still deigns to Beneath her bright banners fresh laurels we'll gain , [ Spain . And despise the bravadoes of France and of CHORUS . , ' Such is our love of liberty , our country and our laws
, ' That , like our noble ancestors , we'll stand by Freedom ' s cause ; ' We'll boldly fight , like heroes bright , for honour and applause , ' And defy the French , the Dons , and Dutch , to alter our laws . ' RECITATIVE . Charm'dwith the song of Scotia ' s warlike
son , The brave Hibernian to his brother run' Arrah , my joy , ' said Pat , ' give me your hand , ' I'll fight when I can neither go nor stand ; ' Should those French dogs but dare to board this isle ,. ' I'll knock them down , tho' distant fiftymile . ' Pho , boderation ! don ' t I know my trade ? ' By great Saint Patrick ! Pat was ne ' er afraid .
AIR . —Tune , Ballinamoniora , & c Should Monsieur attempt to set foot on these plains , A whack of shillela he'll get for his pains ; I'll first knock him down , and then force him to run , [ my gun . By the shot of my sword , and the thrust of CHORUS .
Sing Ballinamoni ora , & c . A proper good drubbing for me . We'll Mil all their ships , and we'll sink all their men , [ often ; There ' s noneshall escape us , saveheche out Then arrah , my jewels , we'll get a fine prize , [ as they rise . When we strip all their dead men as fast CHORUS . Sing Ballinamoni ora , Sec . A dear French invasion for me .
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Poetry.
AIR . —Tune , Charge tie Musket , & c . Gasconading France , mv lads , Has threaten'd to inv . idc us , ' Sans Culottes , in whole brigades , 'Swear under-foot they'll tread us ; CHORUS . But , if concord bind our lands ,
We soon shall homeward chase them , And teach those vile frog-eating bands That British boys dare face them . Oft have France's frighted fields Beheld our Lion roar , Sir , And oft have British swords and shields Been stain'd with Gallic gore , Sir ; CHORUS .
And still if concord bind our lands , We homeward ' gain will chase them , And teach those vile frog-eating bands That British lads dare face them . Canip ' erdown and Lagos Bay Can tell hoiv foes were frighted , All their honours fled away , Their boasted laurels blighted .
CHORDS . Oh ! let us then like Duncan fight , Like Jervislearn to quel ] , them ; Then France will find , for all her might , That Britons can repel them . Come then , Brothers , ere I go , And ive me your
opinionsg Shall we fight the daring fee , Or yield up our dominions ? CHORUS . No—let concord bind our lands , And soon we'll homeward chase them , And teach those vile frog-eating bands That British lads will face them .
KECITATIVE . The Scotian hero , with the tidings stung , ' Grasp'd his claymore , and from the table sprung ; [ flame , His eves , indignant flash'd with martial His heart beat high for his lov'd Scotia ' s fame ; With manly warmth the trio he address'd ,
' And thus the ardour of his soul confess'd . AIR . —Tune , In the Garb of old Gaul . When Rome ' s conquering eagle first flew to our isle . [ smile ; The Genius of Freedom was seen for to ' Proud Romans , ' cry'd Freedom , ' your conquests are o ' er , [ our shoie . Your fame ' s ne plus ultra stands mark'd on
CHORUS . ' Such was their love of liberty , their country and their laws , 'Th . it ' like their noble ancestors they stood for Freedom ' s cause ; ' They boldly fought , like heroes bright , for honour and applause , 'And defy'd the Roman legions to alter their laws . '
Thy stones , Aberlemno , and history can 'ell , [ did repel ; How the arms of our fathers their foes And Loncarty ' s plain will through ages convey Our ancestors' fame , and the glory of Hay . CIIOKUS . ' Such was their love of libertytheir
coun-, try and their laws , ' That like their valiant ancestors they stood for Freedom's cause ; ' They boldly fought , like heroes bright , for honour and applause , ' And defy'd the northern Vandals to alter their laws . ' Then ne ' er let the sons of old ScoI ia
despair , [ reign there ; For Freedom , blest Freedom ! still deigns to Beneath her bright banners fresh laurels we'll gain , [ Spain . And despise the bravadoes of France and of CHORUS . , ' Such is our love of liberty , our country and our laws
, ' That , like our noble ancestors , we'll stand by Freedom ' s cause ; ' We'll boldly fight , like heroes bright , for honour and applause , ' And defy the French , the Dons , and Dutch , to alter our laws . ' RECITATIVE . Charm'dwith the song of Scotia ' s warlike
son , The brave Hibernian to his brother run' Arrah , my joy , ' said Pat , ' give me your hand , ' I'll fight when I can neither go nor stand ; ' Should those French dogs but dare to board this isle ,. ' I'll knock them down , tho' distant fiftymile . ' Pho , boderation ! don ' t I know my trade ? ' By great Saint Patrick ! Pat was ne ' er afraid .
AIR . —Tune , Ballinamoniora , & c Should Monsieur attempt to set foot on these plains , A whack of shillela he'll get for his pains ; I'll first knock him down , and then force him to run , [ my gun . By the shot of my sword , and the thrust of CHORUS .
Sing Ballinamoni ora , & c . A proper good drubbing for me . We'll Mil all their ships , and we'll sink all their men , [ often ; There ' s noneshall escape us , saveheche out Then arrah , my jewels , we'll get a fine prize , [ as they rise . When we strip all their dead men as fast CHORUS . Sing Ballinamoni ora , Sec . A dear French invasion for me .