For the Sons of ST. GEORGE

Ye SONS of ST, GEORGE, here assembled to day, So honest and hearty, so cheerful and gay; Come join in the chorus, and loyally sing In praise of your patron, your country and King

Though plac'd at a distance from Britain's bold shore, From whence either we, or our fathers came o'er: And in will, word, and deed, we are Englishmen all, Still true to her cause, and awake to her call.

Let Cressey, Poitiers, and let Agincourt show, How our Ancestors acted some years ago; While Minden's red field, and Quebec shall proclaim, That their sons are not chang'd, or in nature or name.

Should the proud Spanish Dons but appear on the main, The Island they pilfer'd, by force to maintain; The brave sons of thunder our wrongs will redress, And teach them again what they learnt of Queen Bess.

Tho' Rome's rapid eagle to Britain was borne; Both talons and feathers got plaguily torn; And Caesar himself, both with foot and with horse, Was glad to sneak off,—with "It's well 'twas no worse."

Tho' party contentions awhile may run high, When danger advances, they'll vanish and die; And all with one heart, hand, and spirit unite, Like Englishmen think, and like Englishmen fight.

Then here's to our King,—and O! long may he reign The Lord of those men, who are Lords of the main; While all the contention among us shall be, To make him as happy as we are made free.

And here's to the daughters of Britain's fair Isle, May freedom and they ever crown with a smile The sons of St. George, our good Knight so renown'd, The sons of St. George, even all the world round.