BELLISLE MARCH; On the REVIEW

All hail to the King, That in youth's early spring, Such a promise of glory displays. May his race still extend, Freedom's cause to defend, And the fame of Old England to raise. May our Edwards of old, And our Harrys so bold, In his issue again and again be renew'd. That our sons on the main May their Empires maintain, And commerce in safety be pursu'd.

With many a scar Behold from the war The brave legions of Britain advance: From Minden they come; Swell the fife, beat the drum, From Minden the terror of France: See the brave hardy crew As they pass in review, How they smile on their King's royal train: When these, their looks say Call us forth, we obey, And we'll fight all our battles again.

From the east to the west, British valour confest, Standeth first on the records of fame. Let Williamsdorf's plain, And the borders of Spain British faith, British courage proclaim. From the dangerous sword Of oppression restor'd, Fair freedom again shall display; In safety her wings For protection, while Kings Grateful homage to Britain shall pay.

The feats that were done By Philip's mad son, Were but trifles to glories like these; For ambition he fought, And the lust only sought Of his blood-thirsty rage to appease. But Britons more brave, Draw the sword but to save From such tyrants, the rights of mankind: And the weapon again When their end they obtain, Is in peace to the scabbard consign'd.

A full flowing glass, Now to Granby we'll pass, And to each valiant leader beside; Nor forget the brave crew, That with hearts firm and true For their country all danger defy'd. Let the drum beat a charge, And the nation at large Rend the wide vaulted sky with their song, Till eccho the sound, From her grotto rebound, And the loud gratulation prolong.