Dare to profane thy mould’ring bones!
And you, ye heroes of the past,
Who serv’d your country to the last,
And bought her freedom with your blood,
Cornwallis, Duncan, Collingwood!
Rise, if ye can, and mark the wretch
Who dares his impious arm to stretch
And scrawl upon the graves of those
Who gave him freedom and repose!
And can no rev’rence for the dead