. The anti-Gallican, or, Standard of British loyalty, religion and liberty : including a collection of the principal papers, tracts, speeches, poems, and songs, that have been published on the threatened invasion, together with many original pieces on the same subject ... r than crushd in its ruins, to rise,- fellow freemen, and stretch the right swear to prevail in your dear native land. nis the home we hold sacred is laid to our trust, God bless the green isle of the bravcL^Should a conqueror tread on our forefathers would rouse the old dead from ti^eir gr
. The anti-Gallican, or, Standard of British loyalty, religion and liberty : including a collection of the principal papers, tracts, speeches, poems, and songs, that have been published on the threatened invasion, together with many original pieces on the same subject ... r than crushd in its ruins, to rise,- fellow freemen, and stretch the right swear to prevail in your dear native land. nis the home we hold sacred is laid to our trust, God bless the green isle of the bravcL^Should a conqueror tread on our forefathers would rouse the old dead from ti^eir gr<.i\ rise, fellow freemen, and stretch the right swear to prevail in your dear native land. In a Britons sweet home sjball the spoiler abide, Prophaning its loves and his charms?Shall a Frenchmn insult the lovd-fair at our side?To arms! Oh, my country to arms !Then rise, fellow freemen, and stretch the right swear to prevail in your dear native land. Shall Tyrants enslave us, my countrymen?—No! Their heads to the sword shall be given:—Let a death bed repentance be taught the proud foe. And his blood be an offering to Heaven. One and all then we rise, and stretch the right hand. And swear to prevail in our dear native land. THE NUMBER IT, THE OLD ENGLISH LION,By the Author of THE HERO OF THE NORTH, JL HE Old Lion of England grows youthful again j He rouses—he rises—he bristles his mane. His eye-balls flash fire, his terrible roar. Like thunder bursts awfully over our shore! We, Sons of the Lion, inspird by the sound. Devoted to Liberty, gather around. And indignantly hurl the false olive away. Vain symbol of peace, only meant to betray; Our high temperd spirits, fresh touchd with those fires^ Which glowd in the hearts of our free-bosomd sires j To conquer or perish—an emulous band. The natural Rampart of Albion we stand ; Our banners unfurld, Oershadow the wide from those cliffs whence our rights are proclaimdl. The a
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