Parody

On the green banks which guard her strand, Regardful of the rising day, Whose radiant orb illum'd her land, America reclining lay. Far o'er the ocean blue Indignant scans the view; Yet she disdain'd to heave a sigh, Or drop a single tear from her enraged eye.

In vain, in vain, the sword ye wield, (She cry'd) deceiv'd, mistaken men! Old Freedom's sons disdain to yield, Tho' they have sued in vain! In truth no Rebels we, Who live but to be free; Who ne'er denied your mild command But scorn the unjust vengeance of a Tyrant's hand.

Learn to be wise, and learn to know, What all the world must own, Your blessings from our blessings flow, While commerce guards the throne. Learn this, and let each future year More radiant than the rest appear: Let peace and plenty smile again, And let fair freedom shine; Thine was the fault, Britannia, then Be reparation thine."