When England's free scepter Elizabeth sway'd

When England's free scepter Elizabeth sway'd, Then prosper'd our armies, then flourish'd our trade; The Frenchmen then swagger'd, but swagger'd in vain, Then bang came the thund'ring Armada of Spain Oh, how did the mighty invincibles jeer; But she sent the Don back with a flea in his ear: And George, our young monarch, the third of that name. Her equal in spirit, shall equal her fame.

'Gainst Howard and Raleigh, Frobisher and Drake, Yorke, Anson, Hawke, Tyrrel and Saunders we stake; For Essex and Cecil we've Granby and Pitt; Then Britain, as usual, triumphant shall sit; Her soldiers and sailors, commanded aright; Are able and eager as ever to fight: That George their young monarch, the third of that name, As Gallant in spirit, be equal in fame.

The hardy bold Albions are still what they were, The asserters of right, the contemners of fear. When country and king, and freedom invoke, Like their bull-dogs they fight, and they stand like their oak. Then Gallia your haughty bravadoes have done; Our annals can show what our princes have won. Great George our young monarch, the third of that name, Their equal in spirit, shall equal their fame.

At Agincourt, Cressy, Anjou and Poictiers, Our Henry's and Edward's have cow'd you with fears; The force of those leaders, forget if you can, With Ramilies, Blenheim, brave Marlbro' and Anne: Late Minden, Quebec, Senegal and Goree; And say, who shall laugh then? is't you, sirs, or we? Great George our young monarch, the third of that name, Shall conquer what's left ye, and fix his fair fame.