To die we can bear, but to serve we disdain,
For shame is to freemen more dreadful than pain.
In freedom, etc.
A bumper to Freedom! and as for the king,[[8]]
When he does deserve it his praises we’ll sing!
We wish Britain’s glory immortal may be,
If she is but just and we are but free!
In freedom we’re born, in freedom we’ll live,
Our purses are ready—
Steady, boys, steady!—