Or shackled by the League.
Cheer up! We'll laugh, their hate to scorn,
And baffle their intrigue,
My Boy!
And baffle their intrigue.
"Puff, G-sch-n, puff! Like Boreas blow!
And I the logs will pile.
The Beacon, now a slender glow,
Shall blaze across the Isle,
My Boy!