And never interfere, but to comfort needy neighbours.
CHORUS—Row, row, row,
I’m for peace and quietness,
Not row, row.
I cherish and retain still each old-fashion’d notion,
Of order, freedom, property, security, devotion;
I’d rather have our king, than Tom Paine the lord protector,
And I’ll combat, with my life, ev’ry plund’ring projector.
CHORUS.
Then attend, daring schemers, involv’d in disputation,