He triumphs; may be we shall stand alone.
Britons, guard your own.
“His ruthless host is bought with plunder’d gold,
By lying priests the peasants’ votes controll’d.
All freedom vanish’d,
The true men banish’d, etc.
“Rome’s dearest daughter now is captive France,
The Jesuit laughs, and reckoning on his chance,
Would unrelenting,
Kill all dissenting,