Old Satan, the arch traitor, who rules the burning lake,
Where he’s chief navigator, resolved a voyage to take,
For the Britannic ocean he launches far away,
To land he had no notion in North America.
He takes his seat in Britain, it was his soul’s intent,
Great George’s throne to sit on, and rule the Parliament;
His comrades were pursuing a diabolic way,
For to complete the ruin of North of America.
He tried the art of magic to bring his schemes about,
At length the gloomy project he artfully found out: