. 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 ... vage accents sing Her bloody Revolution;We prize our Country, love our King, Adore our Constitution:For these well every danger face. And quit our rustic labours;Our ploughs to firelocks shall give place. Our scythes be changd to clad in arms, our song shall be, * O give us Death—or Victory l Soon shall the proud I
. 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 ... vage accents sing Her bloody Revolution;We prize our Country, love our King, Adore our Constitution:For these well every danger face. And quit our rustic labours;Our ploughs to firelocks shall give place. Our scythes be changd to clad in arms, our song shall be, * O give us Death—or Victory l Soon shall the proud Invaders learn, Wlieu bent on Blood and Plunder^,That British bosoms nobly burn. To brave their cannons thunder:Low lie those heads, .whose wily arts Have plannd the Worlds undoing!Our vengeful blades shall reach thosehearts Which seek our Countrys ruin;And night and morn our song shall be, O give us Death—or Victory! When, with French blood our fieldsmanurd. The glorious struggles ended,Well sing the dangers weve endurd. The blessings weve defended :Oer the full bowl our feats well tell. Each gallant deed reciting;And weep oer those who nobly fell, . Their V-ountrys battle fighting—And ever thence our song shall be, * Tis Valour leads to Victory. AntiJacalhu. THE AJVTI-G^LILICAJV, NUMBER y. ODE TO MY COUNTRY, ]BrITONS! hands and hearts preparej The angry tempest threatens thunders roll in thwart the Uvid sky;Thrond upon the winged Desolation; rears her ghastly her black signal to her hell-born brood;And lures them thus with promisd blood : ^* Drive, my sons, the storm amain! Lo, the hated, envied land^,Where Piety*and Order reign. And Freedom dares maintain her stand,Bbive you not sworn, by night and from the earth for ever to expell?Rush on, resistless, to your destind piey,-^Death and rapine point ihe way. Britons! stand firm! with stout,and dauntless heartMeet unappalld the threatening Bouaters rage;Yours
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