To this fabric of Britons, admir’d, esteem’d, and noted;
The blood in these young veins I’d spill in its defence, sir,
And my wish is, May it firmly stand for centuries hence, sir.
CHORUS.
POLITICAL,
Written in the Reign of Robespierre.
Tune, The Roast Beef of Old England.
When the honor of Briton imperiously calls
For her cannons’ loud thunder and death-dealing balls,
Hear Victory shout from her fam’d wooden walls.