A TRIBUTE, &c, SONG

Ye Britons no longer inactive remain, Attend to the dictates of Reason and Paine; 'Tis to Freedom they call you, no longer delay, Your rights are at stake—and are lost if you stay.

Hark! the trumpet of Fame bids you rouse & oppose, The tyrants uniting While Frenchmen are fighting, And Freedom inviting—to conquer your foes.

Shall men as the heads of the nation preside, Who cannot the test of inquiry abide? Let them boast of their virtues and plead for the state, So felons remonstrate, in view of their fate. Hark, the trumpet of Fame, &c.

They flatter, and fawn, and their friendship express, To blind, while they plunder, and roll in excess; And a pension bestow, for the Praises of those. Who would, if not brib'd, their corruptions expose. Hark, the trumpet of Fame, &c.

While Apostates and Tyrants so boldly agree, Let the powers of our reason enlighten'd and free, Unappall'd at their frowns—with the object in view, Thro' all its dark turnings, oppression pursue.

Hark, the trumpet of Fame bids you rouse and oppose, The tyrants uniting, While Frenchmen are fighting, And Freedom inviting—to conquer your foes.