The NEW ALBION SONG

In strains harmonious sound the lay, That sings of Albion's noble race; Wnose free-born minds will ne'er decay, Nor time their glorious deeds deface. Nor time, &c.

In valour matchless, divinely brave, We nobly conquer, humanely save; No dangers, fear nor toils we shun, Honour inspires each Albion son. Honour inspires, &c.

In chearful ranks our bands advance, With heroic ardour dare the foe; Tho' haughty Spain and fickle France, With horror dreads the impending blow. In valour, &c.

Our fleets triumphant ride the main, With Albions mann'd, unknown to fear; Whose fame all nations shall proclaim, By conquest gain'd each warring year. In valour, &c.

See liberty's propitious smile, And plenty's copious horn o'er flow, To bless and guard our native isle. Where artists flourish, science grow. In valour, &c.

Illustrious sons of Albion's line, Who thus in legions firm unite, Require the all recording nine To sing your deeds and martial might. In valour, &c.