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Poetry.
LA SA 1 NTE GUILLOTINE . A NEW S 0 NC . ATTEMPTED FROM THE FRENCH . , Tune , ' 0 'er the Fine-caver'd llkls and gay Regit : ns of France . ' I , F the blood-bedew'd valleys and
mountains of France , Seethe Genius of Gallic INVASION advance ! Old Ocean shall waft her , unruffled by storm , While our shores are all lin'd with the Friends of Reform . * Confiscation and Murder attend in her train ' With meek-eyed Sedition , the daughter of PA I N E f [ footsteps are seen
; ¦ While her sportive Pcis . rardes wi'h light To dance in a ring round the gay Guillotine . * 11 . To London , ' the rich , the defenceless , ' she comes-- [ drums ! Hark ! my boys , to the sound of the Jacobin See Corruption , Prescription , and Privilege fly darting eye .
, . Pierc'd thro' by the g'ance of herbkod-While Patriots from Prison and Prejudice freed , In softaccentsshalllisptheRepublicancreed , A . nd with Tri-colour'd Fillets , and Cravats of Green , Shall crowd round the altar of Saint Guillotine .
in . Sec the level of Freedom sweeps over the land—The vileAristocracy ' s doom is at hand ! ftot a seat shall be left in a . Home that-ar kno-. v , [ REAU . But for Earl BUONAPARTE and Baron Mo-But the Rights of the Commons shall stil be respected , [ Elected ;
BUON . M ' . TE himself shall approve the And the Speaker shall march with majestical mien , [ lotinc . And make his three bows to the grave Guil-IV . Two Heads , says our proverb , are better than One , [ none . But the Jacobin choice is for Five Heads or By Directories only can Liberty thrive ,
Then down with the ONE , Boys ! and up with the FIVE ! How our Bishops and Judges will stare ¦ wiihamazement , When their heads are thrust out at the National Casement ! § When the National Razor % lias shav'd them quite clean , [ line I What a handsome oblation to Saint
Cvillo' ' ¦ bee Proclamation of the Directory . ¦ J- The ' uo Lng calumniated Author of the Rights of Man " ' - —See Sir F . JBurdel ' s Speech at the'i ' iakcspenr . J The Gui . l . tine at Arras was painted ' Coutrur de Rau . ' \ ' La petite Feneire , and la Raxoir Na'ionale fotia i g expressions applied 10 the Guillotine oy the Jacobins in France , arid theii admirers here .
THE INVASION ; OR , THE BRITISH WAR SONG . To the Tuneof ' Whilst happy in my native land /
WHILST happy in our native land , So gre ^ t , so fam'd in story , Let ' s join , my friends , with heart and hand , To raise our Country ' s glory ; When Britain calls , her valiant Sons Will rush in crowds to aid her—Snaich , snatch your musquets , prime your guns ,
And crush the fierce Invader ! Whilst ev'ry Briton's song shallbe , O give lis Death—or Victory !' MLong had this favour'd isle enjoy'd True comforts , past expressing , When France her hellish arts employ'd To rob us of each blessing :
These from our hearths by force to tear , ( Which long we ' ve fearn'd to cherish ) Our frantic Foes shall vainly dare : We'll keep 'em , or we'll perish—And every day our song shall be , ' 0 give us Death—or Victory !' in . Let France in savage accents sing
Her bloody Revolution ; We prize our Country , loveour King , Adore our Constitution ; For these we'll ev ' ry danger face , And quit our rustic labours ; Our ploughs to firelocks shall give place , Our scythes be chang'd to sabres . And " , rlad in arms , our song shall be , ' 0 give us Death—or Victory !'
. IV . Soon shall the proud Invaders learn , W / ien bent on blood and plunder , That British bosoms nobly burn To brave theircannon'sthunder : Low lie these heads , whose wny arts Have plant . 'd the world's undoing ! Our vengeful blades shall r ; :. ch those hearts Which seek our Country ' s ruin :
And night and morn our so .-gshali be , ' 0 give us Death—or Victory ' . ' v . When with French blood our fields manured The glorious struggle's ended , We'll sing the dangers we ' ve endur'd , The blessings we ' v e defended : O ' er the full bowl our feats we'll tel !
, Each gallant deed reciting ; And weep o'er those who nobly fell , Their Country ' s battle fighting—And ever thence our song shall be , "Tis VALOUR leads to VICTORY . '
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Poetry.
LA SA 1 NTE GUILLOTINE . A NEW S 0 NC . ATTEMPTED FROM THE FRENCH . , Tune , ' 0 'er the Fine-caver'd llkls and gay Regit : ns of France . ' I , F the blood-bedew'd valleys and
mountains of France , Seethe Genius of Gallic INVASION advance ! Old Ocean shall waft her , unruffled by storm , While our shores are all lin'd with the Friends of Reform . * Confiscation and Murder attend in her train ' With meek-eyed Sedition , the daughter of PA I N E f [ footsteps are seen
; ¦ While her sportive Pcis . rardes wi'h light To dance in a ring round the gay Guillotine . * 11 . To London , ' the rich , the defenceless , ' she comes-- [ drums ! Hark ! my boys , to the sound of the Jacobin See Corruption , Prescription , and Privilege fly darting eye .
, . Pierc'd thro' by the g'ance of herbkod-While Patriots from Prison and Prejudice freed , In softaccentsshalllisptheRepublicancreed , A . nd with Tri-colour'd Fillets , and Cravats of Green , Shall crowd round the altar of Saint Guillotine .
in . Sec the level of Freedom sweeps over the land—The vileAristocracy ' s doom is at hand ! ftot a seat shall be left in a . Home that-ar kno-. v , [ REAU . But for Earl BUONAPARTE and Baron Mo-But the Rights of the Commons shall stil be respected , [ Elected ;
BUON . M ' . TE himself shall approve the And the Speaker shall march with majestical mien , [ lotinc . And make his three bows to the grave Guil-IV . Two Heads , says our proverb , are better than One , [ none . But the Jacobin choice is for Five Heads or By Directories only can Liberty thrive ,
Then down with the ONE , Boys ! and up with the FIVE ! How our Bishops and Judges will stare ¦ wiihamazement , When their heads are thrust out at the National Casement ! § When the National Razor % lias shav'd them quite clean , [ line I What a handsome oblation to Saint
Cvillo' ' ¦ bee Proclamation of the Directory . ¦ J- The ' uo Lng calumniated Author of the Rights of Man " ' - —See Sir F . JBurdel ' s Speech at the'i ' iakcspenr . J The Gui . l . tine at Arras was painted ' Coutrur de Rau . ' \ ' La petite Feneire , and la Raxoir Na'ionale fotia i g expressions applied 10 the Guillotine oy the Jacobins in France , arid theii admirers here .
THE INVASION ; OR , THE BRITISH WAR SONG . To the Tuneof ' Whilst happy in my native land /
WHILST happy in our native land , So gre ^ t , so fam'd in story , Let ' s join , my friends , with heart and hand , To raise our Country ' s glory ; When Britain calls , her valiant Sons Will rush in crowds to aid her—Snaich , snatch your musquets , prime your guns ,
And crush the fierce Invader ! Whilst ev'ry Briton's song shallbe , O give lis Death—or Victory !' MLong had this favour'd isle enjoy'd True comforts , past expressing , When France her hellish arts employ'd To rob us of each blessing :
These from our hearths by force to tear , ( Which long we ' ve fearn'd to cherish ) Our frantic Foes shall vainly dare : We'll keep 'em , or we'll perish—And every day our song shall be , ' 0 give us Death—or Victory !' in . Let France in savage accents sing
Her bloody Revolution ; We prize our Country , loveour King , Adore our Constitution ; For these we'll ev ' ry danger face , And quit our rustic labours ; Our ploughs to firelocks shall give place , Our scythes be chang'd to sabres . And " , rlad in arms , our song shall be , ' 0 give us Death—or Victory !'
. IV . Soon shall the proud Invaders learn , W / ien bent on blood and plunder , That British bosoms nobly burn To brave theircannon'sthunder : Low lie these heads , whose wny arts Have plant . 'd the world's undoing ! Our vengeful blades shall r ; :. ch those hearts Which seek our Country ' s ruin :
And night and morn our so .-gshali be , ' 0 give us Death—or Victory ' . ' v . When with French blood our fields manured The glorious struggle's ended , We'll sing the dangers we ' ve endur'd , The blessings we ' v e defended : O ' er the full bowl our feats we'll tel !
, Each gallant deed reciting ; And weep o'er those who nobly fell , Their Country ' s battle fighting—And ever thence our song shall be , "Tis VALOUR leads to VICTORY . '