And venal men their birth-right sell: Tell North and his brib'd clan of knaves Their bloody acts were made in hell. In Henry's reign those acts began, Which sacred rules of justice broke; 10 North now pursues the hellish plan, To fix on us his slavish yoke. But we oppose, and will be free, This great good cause we will defend; Nor bribe, nor Gage, nor North's decree, 15 Shall make us "at his feet to bend." From Anglia's ancient sons we came, To the tune of "The Echoing Horn." Hark! 'tis Freedom that calls, come, patriots, awake! To arms, my brave boys, and away: 'Tis Honour, 'tis Virtue, 'tis Liberty calls, And upbraids the too tedious delay. What pleasure we find in pursuing our foes, 5 Thro' blood and thro' carnage we'll fly; Then follow, we'll soon overtake them, huzza! The tyrants are seized on, they die. In fatigue, toil, and danger, he nobly delights, No station alarms him, no terror affrights; 10 All the hardships of war, like a god, he sustains, And thirsts for the glory of future campaigns. Though each of his foes were like Hercules brave, While their efforts are tending a land to enslave, With contempt he beholds th' unsoldierly stain, 15 And courts the fierce combat, and speedy campaign. 15 Should their number, the legions of Xerxes surpass; |