Britannia, Queen of Ocean rise

Britannia, Queen of Ocean rise, Perfidious Gallia's threats despise, Send sorth the fleet;—each hostile shore, Shall tremble when thy cannons roar.

Thy sword the hand of justice draws, And Heaven approves thy righteous cause; Nor forts nor forces stop thy way, So Minden so Quebec can say.

Not more affrighted flies the deer, When he perceives the hunter near, Than Gallia's fleets when they descry, The British ensign waving high.

Then strike again some deadly blow, And urge thy vengeance on thy foe; Till vanquish'd tyranny submit, To what is just and what is fit.

Nor may kind Heav'n the time prolong, E'er thou shalt verify my song; Shalt bid the horrid havock cease, And give the nations lasting peace.

Return sweet peace return once more, With commence spread the ocean o'er; Ah! soon return and spread the sail, And riches bring with every gale.