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SONG, COMPOSED FOR THE PUBLIC DINNER TO BE GIVEN TO THE EARL OF DURHAM.

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Air—“Ye Mariners of England.”

Ye Patriot hearts of Scotland,
Who prize your country's weal,
Whose strenuous efforts still have been,
Her woes and wrongs to heal;

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The glorious task be yours to-night,
To lay corruption low,
And tread
On her head,
While you strike the avenging blow.
That all-devouring monster,
Detested and accurs'd—
Whose thousand maws on Britain's blood
For ages have been nurs'd—
Now pale and prostrate, writhing lies,
With many a mortal throe:
Then smart,
Through her heart,
Let the sword of Justice go.
Britannia, smiling, views you
With mild and placid eye,
And Freedom looks delighted down,
From her abode on high,
Approving of the manly strains,
Which from your lips do flow—
While your sires'
Spirit fires,
Every breast with Freedom's glow.
Then hail the Noble Stranger
With gladsome welcome here;—
To Britain, and to Liberty,
May he be ever dear.
While others shrink, may Durham still,
Undaunted, forward go,
While the flame
Of his fame,
Bright and brighter still shall grow;
And ages hence revere the man
Who was Oppression's foe.