Song. to the London Corresponding Society

Assembled in our Country's Cause, Hail the happy season! We fear no frowns—nor court applause, Pursuing truth and reason.

Boldly all with heart and hand, Meet we here united, By each other firmly stand, To see our Country righted.

Long beneath the rod we lay, Plunder'd and contented; But no more shall tyrants sway, Our wrongs shall be resented. Boldly with heart, &c.

See the rich and sumptuous board! Harpies all surrounding, Seize our wealth to swell the hoard, In luxury abounding. Boldly all with heart, &c.

Shall we tamely yet resign, Our purse to these Collectors? And hail them with a RIGHT DIVINE! Away with such protectors. Boldly all with heart, &c.

Fearless of their lawless pow'r, Empty sons of thunder; Let them bluster out their hour, They shall soon knock under. Boldly all with heart, &c.

Brave the dangers that surround, Bid them all defiance; Truth eternal is our ground, THE PEOPLE our alliance. Boldly then with heart, &c.

See our numbers how they grow! Crowding and dividing ; Eager all their rights to know, Reason still presiding. Boldly all with heart, &c.

Let us then as friends agree; Kings and priests dissemble, War and strife they love to see, Union makes them tremble.

Boldly all with heart and hand, Meet we here united, By each other firmly stand, To see our Country righted.