CHORUS.
The King and Old England for ever,
True liberty, order, and law.
Shall we who for ages have freedom defended,
With jacobin ruffians and cut-throats be blended;
Kiss, embrace, and shake hands with the devil’s intended?
CHORUS.
See Gallia polluted with crimes past all counting,
Of mercy and justice dried up is the fountain,
There Virtue’s a mole-hill, and Vice is a mountain.