Now aims his last, but his most deadly blow;
With England’s plunder tempts his hungry slaves,
And dares to brave you on your native waves,
If Briton’s rights be worth a Briton’s care,
To shield them from the sons of Rapine, swear!
Then to Invasion be defiance given,
Your cause is just, approved by earth and heaven,
Should adverse winds our gallant fleet restrain,
To sweep his bawbling[6] vessels from the main,
And fate permit him on our shores t’advance.