II.
Fail not our Freedom to secure,
And all our Friends disband,
And send those Men to t'other Shore
Who were such Fools as to come o'er
To help this grateful Land.
III.
And may the next that hears us pray,
And in Distress relieve us,
Go home like those without their Pay,
And with Contempt be sent away
For having once believ'd us.
IV.
And if the French should e'er attempt
This Nation to invade,
May they be damn'd that list again,
But lead the fam'd Militia on,
To be like us betray'd.
V.
As for the Crown you have bestow'd,
With all its Limitations,
The meanest Prince in Christendom
Would never stir a Mile from home
To govern three such Nations.
VI.
The King himself, whom once you call'd
Your Saviour in Distress,
You in his first Request deny'd,
And then his Royal Patience try'd
With a canting sham Address.