Ah! there’s the rub.
For by our being beat what ills may come;
There’s the respect that makes our liberty so dear,
For who would bear the sneers and scoffs of tyrants,
The oppressor’s wrong, the insolence of office
When we can still our liberty maintain
With the bare rapier?
Who would mind our constitution being altered
But that a dread of something more
(That Alliance from whose unholy laws