The True Briton

Ye true Britons all, whose brave loyalty dares, To face the French King, and his Popi snares. Exert all your might in sound liberty's cause, And stand by true Britons, and stand by their laws.

Then arm, arm, arm let all true Britons cry, Let us live free, or Britons let us die.

If France and the Pope, would your senses deceive, Be cautious to hearken, be slow to believe; They'll tell us fine stories to tickle our ears, And gild their designs, to dispel Briton's fears.

Then arm, &c.

Come then brother Britons and join me in hand, United thus bravely, let's guard our own land. Mean while let our fleets but reside on the main, Then Britons most nobly their rights will maintain.

Then arm, &c.

Then haste to the bottle, and joyously sing, To glory and health, and long life to our King; In a bumper drink lasting success to our arms, That Britons may ever be free from alarms.

Then arm, arm, arm let all true Britons cry, Let us live free, or Britons let us die.