Hail England

Hail England, Old England for glory renown'd, In arms as in arts so transcendently crown'd; 'Tis thine, strict to honour, no treaties to break, 'Tis thine to revenge, when that honour's at stake. Then now rise ye brave, draw the sword, point the lance, And bid the bold cannon roll thunder to France. CHORUS. Huzza—Huzza, Huzza, O ye Britons, to conquest pursue, The trumpet of victory's uplifted for you. The chorus to be repeated.

Hark, truth speaks, already our heroes prevail, The rouz'd English Lion makes Gallia turn pale; Thy cunning, O France, its own fate will decree, Success attends on us by land and sea; And wide o'er the main, shall the British flag fly. To force that submission which pride wou'd deny. Huzza, Huzza, Huzza, &c.

Britannia rejoices your ardour to see, My sons, fight she cries, 'tis for freedom and me; Tho Gallic ambition, alliance explore, You'll conquer them now, whom you've conquer'd before; And triumph the truths to all nations shall sing, The ocean is George's and George is our King. Huzza, Huzza. Huzza, &c.