A SONG

COME cheer up my lads, lo! the day draweth near, When Britain's brave sons Freedom's standard will rear; And joining with Frenchmen, all tyrants o'erthrow, Th' oppress'd world releasing wherever they go.

99 Then mankind rejoice, France and Britain agree; Their faiths they have plighted, Fleets and armies united, To drive tyrants from you, And set the world free.

Britain's standard bears emblems prophetic of this, Caledonia's wild horse, England's lion fearless, The lilies of France in their quarter behold, And Hibernia's sweet harp makes the union quite bold.

Then mankind, &c.

None but tyrants hereafter this flag shall e'er fright, No more shall't be spread in a cause that's not right; These ensigns of freedom all nations shall hail, Where'er the sea flows or a ship spreads her sail.

Then mankind, &c.

What though tyrants combine, mankind's chains to retain, And with them in bondage for e'er to remain; Let their people but leave them their own cause to fight, That we'd laugh them to scorn and their impotent spite.

Then mankind, &c.

Let it no more be said that for — pence a day, A man for a tyrant his fellow shall slay; Our birthright for porridge and crumbs we'll not sell, But unite for our rights, boys, and all shall be well.

Then mankind, &c.

T.S