Ye heartless crew, no sense of dread
To place your names on aught so high
As e’en the tombs where heroes lie,
Force you with horror to recede
From such a sacrilegious deed?
Go, spread it to the winds of heaven,
That they, who to our isle have giv’n
Their blood, their services, their breath,
Sleep in dishonoured graves in Death.
REX.