The French our blest shores may invade!
But in arms are the Gotham Invincibles seen,
And who’s of invasion afraid?
With ardour heroic each bosom inflames,
No dangers impress them with awe;
And merry they seem, when thus——exclaims,—
“Kiver awa’, Kiver awa’, Kiver awa’.”
Ye matrons be cheerful, ye virgins be gay,
Your protectors are valiant and true:
No more feel alarm’d, as your charms you survey,