That bribes thy love shall feel thy hate;
Shall see the democratic storm
Her commerce, laws, and arts deform.
How credulous, to hope the bribe
Could purchase peace from Merlin’s tribe!
Whom, faithless as the waves or wind,
No oaths restrain, no treaties bind.
For us—beneath yon SACRED ROOF,
The Naval Flags and arms of proof,
By British valour nobly bought,