An Old British Song, When the Romans Ruled the Land

Long may great Caesar live, To him your treasure give, Gen'rous and free! His feelings are so tough, You ne'er can give enough; Why keep ye back the stuff? Rebels ye be.

See, on the gold so fair, His graceful picture there, Which as you view, Worship—and let it be Sent to his Treasury; Send it to him, that he May worship too!

You have a house and bed, And you are clothed and fed, Temp'rate and bare; Still let it be your aim, Pride and excess to tame, For your kind masters claim All you can spare.

Great Caesar let us own Each on his marrow bone, Britons so true He shall ride over us? Happy and glorious, For ne'er victorious Rebels ye knew.

Cheer up each mournful face, See what a hopeful race, Now all alive! O how it swells the song! Princes so young so strong, Might draw a dray along, Ready to drive.

Long live our NOBLE King, To him your treasure bring, Gen'rous and free! Let it our hearts elate, Still to support the great— Proud of our low estate Still let us be!