The true British feeling each bosom that warms,
Prompts away to the beach, the invader to meet.
And along with the brave,
Who their country will save,
And whose only retreat is a glorious grave.
See each son of Dunelm, and the old winding Wear,
The patriot, the loyal, the brave Volunteer.
Let the foes of old England unite to enslave
Her free bands, from whose fury so oft they have fled;
We’ll prove, by their ruin who escape the wild wave,