The Loyal Tar

'Sdeath what a fuss land-lubbers make About their rights and laws, As if in doubt what part to take, And jar, as 'twere, for straws;— If they wou'd do the thing that's right, Or cease prevarication, Like loyal tars they wou'd unite, To save this envy'd nation.

Much talking argues little good, For many do remark, That our has not the truest blood, Which is too apt to bark. True courage ne'er delights in noise; But when there is occasion, The loyal tar each nerve employs To save his envy'd nation.

Let Frenchmen say whate'er they will, And pass such mad decrees, That each a brother's blood shall spill, Or father's if they please; We are not quite so savage grown, To ape so strange a fashion, Each loyal tar will guard the crown, His king, his friend, and nation!