English poem
He comes! he comes! the hero comes
by Anonymous
He comes! he comes! the hero comes! Sound, sound your trumpets, beat, beat your drums; From port to port let cannons roar, His welcome to the British shore: His welcome, welcome, &c.
Prepare, prepare your songs prepare, Loud, loudly rend the echoing air; From pole to pole your joys resound, For virtue is with glory crown'd: For virtue, virtue, &c.