The Columbian Songtser, Song

Let the foes of Great-Britain now wantonly brag, Let them show their grim teeth, and their tails let them wag; For if Brighton's militia once have them in view, They'll be sent away briskly, with boo, d—me boo, Sing boo, boo, d—me, boo.

'Twas by that a wise Doctor was turn'd from the play, For preaching his duty, on a Sabbath day; Quick at him these glorious veterans slew, And made him retreat with a boo, d—me boo. Sing boo, &c.

So after the Doctor was turn'd from the house, They proceeded to offer the same to his spouse; She was push'd by the shoulder by one of the crew, With a "right about face, Madam," boo, d—me, boo. Sing boo, &c.

Come then, let us rejoice, since a way we have got To destroy all our foes without powder or shot: We have no need in blood our brave hands to imbrue, For we'll send them all off with a boo, d—me, boo. Sing boo, &c.

Let us heartily thank then, these sons of defence, For showing at once both their courage and sense: Pray what more could contribute their wisdom to shew, Than this learned expression of boo, d—me, boo. Sing boo, &c,

If the French ever dare on our coasts to appear, We'll send them away with a flea in their ear; To our fears and our foes then we'll all bid adieu, As we're so well defended by boo, d—me, boo. Sing boo, &c.