’Tis what they’re striving after, our right to take away,
And rob us of our charter, in North America.
There are two mighty speakers, who rule in Parliament,
Who ever have been seeking some mischief to invent;
’Twas North and Bute, his father, the horrid plan did lay,
A mighty tax to gather, in North America.
They searched the gloomy regions of the infernal pit,
To find among their legions one who excell’d in wit,
To ask of him assistance, or tell them how they may
Subdue without resistance this North America.