Britons must be, etc.
Men and devils still may rage,
Their united powers engage—
Infidelity shall fall,
Christ shall then be all in all.
Britons must be, etc.
Slav'ry's chains shall then be broke,
We shall soon cast off the yoke,
Independence is our right,
Victory soon shall crown the fight.
Britons must be, etc.
Corp'rate bodies then shall cease,
They're destruction to our peace;
Party spirit shall no more
Tyrannize with lawless pow'r.
Britons must be, etc.
Then, when victory's palm is won,
Glorious as the summer sun,
Shall Lord Courtenay's cause arise,
Showing forth in cloudless skies.
Britons must be, etc.
Harrison Ainsworth, who has introduced Courtenay into his novel Rookwood, thus accurately describes him: "A magnificent coal-black beard decorated the chin of this worthy; but this was not all—his costume was in perfect keeping with his beard, and consisted of a very theatrical-looking suit, upon the breast of which was embroidered in gold wire the Maltese cross; while on his shoulders were thrown the ample folds of a cloak of Tyrian hue. To his side was girt a long and doughty sword, which he termed, in his knightly phrase, Excalibur; and upon his profuse hair rested a hat as broad in the brim as a Spanish sombrero. Exaggerated as this description may appear, we can assure our readers that it is not overdrawn."