[A Volunteer Song A Collection of Pieces in Verse Numbered I.-XI. By Francis Wrangham] |
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No VI.
THE DEFIANCE.
Saw ye Britannia from hill to hill bounding,
Her heart heaving high with alarms?
Heard ye her voice through the vallies resounding,
Which summon'd her warriors to arms?
Her heart heaving high with alarms?
Heard ye her voice through the vallies resounding,
Which summon'd her warriors to arms?
Who would not cherish with softest affection
The land, where he first drew his breath!
Who, when his country entreats his protection,
Would shrink from the conflict of death!
The land, where he first drew his breath!
Who, when his country entreats his protection,
Would shrink from the conflict of death!
With conscripts in chains let the Corsican bluster,
And pledge to his veterans our gold;
But George his young legions unfetter'd shall muster,
And rouse to fresh glory his old.
And pledge to his veterans our gold;
But George his young legions unfetter'd shall muster,
And rouse to fresh glory his old.
And, lo! on yon cliff his broad flag he's unfurling,
Which flames like a sun to the sight:
And, hark! at the foe his defiance he's hurling,
And braves their fierce bands to the fight!
Which flames like a sun to the sight:
And, hark! at the foe his defiance he's hurling,
And braves their fierce bands to the fight!
Never shall England to France vail the bonnet,
With triumph's green laurels entwined:
By Valour's strong hand they were fasten'd upon it,
And still her fair brow they shall bind.
With triumph's green laurels entwined:
By Valour's strong hand they were fasten'd upon it,
And still her fair brow they shall bind.
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