. 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 ... wish the same in London ;111 rule your great John Bull! says he, I have him in thering. John, Ill not be by you. Nor any such a thing. Sir. Bov/, wow, wow, ^c. Then bring me flag invincible, A Scot took it long ago, Sir,For now, I think, your ships Ill sink. And never strike a blow. clever man has found a
. 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 ... wish the same in London ;111 rule your great John Bull! says he, I have him in thering. John, Ill not be by you. Nor any such a thing. Sir. Bov/, wow, wow, ^c. Then bring me flag invincible, A Scot took it long ago, Sir,For now, I think, your ships Ill sink. And never strike a blow. clever man has found a plan, A plan hes surely right if you the British fleet. It must not be atfghting. Bow, wow, wow, &:c. Ouite fraiitic now, he vows revenge The moment that hes landed ;And proudly boasts we cannot hope To fight him single , single handed, vve can do, Kis troops shall knov/ full well him, he learnd it long ago. From single handed Nelson. Bow, wow, wow. Sec. Now, since their minds are quite madeup, Let me, on this occasion,]Make one reqviest to Neptune, should They dream of an Invasion :To Irinrr them safely out of port. On gentle billoivs guide icherf c^set of British boys May anchor close beside them. Bow, wow, wow, THE NUMBER IV. ODE TO THE HERO OF JAFFA. -his musterd hosts . Shall be roUd back in thousands, and the surgeBury them!— W. L. BOWLES« COME, ruffian Chief! advance•Thy triple ensign oer the rushing roars around thy frantic vessels keeJ* Impatient of its prey! •-♦. Before thee Rapine glares; j And coward Murder, with the lurid smile 1 Of fiendish Malice, meditates his aim, j And snuffs the scent of blood. j Lo! to thy gloating eyes The scene of desolation wide unfolds, And gilded palaces and moated towrs , Cmmble beneath thy niight. The harvests blazing spires \■. Rise on the murky air; the hamlet rings With shrieks commingling wild in horror strange, And yeUs of savage joy, j For there the hoary Sire,
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