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Page |
Verses |
| When Britain first at Heaven's command |
1-2 |
6 |
| God save great George our King |
2-3 |
3 |
| When mighty roast beef was the Englishman's food |
3-4 |
7 |
| Say, lovely peace, that grac'd our isle |
4-5 |
5 |
| Britannia, Queen of Ocean rise |
5-6 |
5 |
| From those eternal regions bright |
6 |
3 |
| Thursday in the morn, the nineteenth of May |
7-8 |
4 |
| Some talk of Alexander |
8-11 |
10 |
| Come listen a while and I'll tickle your ear |
11-12 |
10 |
| When all the Attic Fire was fled |
13 |
|
| Cease, rude Boreas, blust'ring railer |
13-16 |
9 |
| In strains harmonious sound the lay |
16-17 |
6 |
| Once the Gods of the Greeks at ambrosial feast |
17-18 |
4 |
| See, see, the conqu'ring hero comes |
18 |
1 |
| Behold my brave Briton's the fair springing gale |
18-19 |
4 |
| Ye true Britons all, whose brave loyalty dares |
19-20 |
4 |
| When Britain first at Heaven's command |
20-21 |
6 |
| All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd |
22-23 |
8 |
| Who'd know the sweets of liberty |
23-24 |
2 |
| Come cheer up my lads 'tis to glory we steer |
24-25 |
4 |
| My dearest life, wer't thou my wife |
25-26 |
5 |
| Wat'ry God, great Neptune, lay, The |
26-28 |
9 |
| Genius of Albion! wake your Queen |
28-29 |
2 |
| He comes! he comes! the hero comes |
29-30 |
2 |
| In story we're told |
30-31 |
8 |
| Britannia no longer o'er injuries dreams |
31-32 |
3 |
| Ye sons of St. George, here assembled to day |
32-34 |
8 |
| From plowing the ocean and thrashing Mounseer |
34-36 |
8 |
| Tho' Austria and Russia, France, Flanders and Prussia |
36-38 |
6 |
| How little do the landmen know |
38 |
3 |
| All hail to the King |
39-40 |
5 |
| Lark was up, the morn was grey, The |
41-43 |
16 |
| Ye hardy sons of honour's land |
44-45 |
6 |
| How stands the glass around |
45-46 |
3 |
| As near Porto-Bello lying |
46-49 |
18 |
| Hosier, with indignant sorrow |
49-50 |
9 |
| We've fought, we have conquer'd. and England once more |
50-51 |
5 |
| Tho' the fate of battle on to-morrow wair |
52-53 |
8 |
| Gallant sailor oft you told me |
54-55 |
6 |
| Hail England, Old England for glory renown'd |
55-56 |
3 |
| Topmast shivers in the wind, The |
56-57 |
4 |
| Behold from many an hostile shore |
57 |
2 |
| Come, Britannia shake thy lance |
57-58 |
2 |
| Come all you brave Britons, who love your own land |
58-59 |
3 |
| Old Chiron thus preach'd to his pupil Achilles |
59 |
2 |
| Oh bonny lass will you lay in a barrack? |
60 |
4 |
| Our 'Prentice Tom, may now refuse |
60-61 |
4 |
| Ye jolly true-blues of the main |
61-62 |
8 |
| Ye flaunting young landmen, a moment give ear |
63 |
4 |
| What nation shall dare with old England compare |
64-65 |
6 |
| Our glory renown'd on the ocean and shore |
65-66 |
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| Bound out on a cruize, no tar wou'd refuse |
66-67 |
4 |
| 'Twas when the seas were roaring |
67-68 |
5 |
| Ordnance board, The |
69 |
3 |
| Auspicious spirits guard my love |
69-70 |
3 |
| See Royal Edward land |
70-71 |
3 |
| French are a coming, as news-writers say, The |
71-72 |
6 |
| My soger laddie is over the seas |
73 |
4 |
| To arms, to arms, to arms, my jolly grenadiers |
73-75 |
4 |
| Now the trade is so dull, and the town is so full |
75-76 |
3 |
| Smile, smile, Britannia smile |
76-77 |
4 |
| Sing all ye Muses your lutes strike around |
77-78 |
5 |
| Come bustle, bustle, drink about |
78-79 |
7 |
| From his close covert rous'd, the stag swiftly flies |
80-81 |
2 |
| Each death doing dog, who dare venture his neck |
81-82 |
5 |
| In the garb of old Gaul, and fire of old Rome |
83-84 |
5 |
| What mortals on earth can with Britons compare |
84-85 |
6 |
| To arms! your ensigns straight display |
85 |
2 |
| Soldier tir'd of war's alarms, The |
86 |
1 |
| Martial host, and tented pain, The |
86 |
1 |
| Arise, arise, great dead, for arms renown'd |
86-87 |
3 |
| Away with soft sighs! our danger alarms! |
87-88 |
5 |
| Oh! what joys does conquest yield |
88 |
1 |
| And must my dear William sail over the main |
88-89 |
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| Ne'er fear my dearest Molly |
89-90 |
2 |
| Now Old England's flag is Commander in Chief |
90-92 |
11 |
| Fleet, speed thy canvass wing |
92-93 |
4 |
| Brave Edward the third, for his courage renown'd |
93-94 |
10 |
| Soldier whilst the flowing bowl |
94-95 |
3 |
| Behold with what ardor to action they press |
95-96 |
3 |
| Mark yon wretch submissive bending |
96 |
2 |
| We've shewn them full oft' of what stuff we are made |
96-97 |
2 |
| Come if you dare, our trumpet sound |
97 |
1 |
| Heroes preparing to finish the war, The |
97 |
2 |
| Of good English beer our songs let's raise |
98-99 |
3 |
| How pleasant a sailoir's life passes |
99-100 |
3 |
| Those best sons of Britain bold open and brave |
100-101 |
5 |
| And canst thou leave thy Nancy |
101-102 |
6 |
| Adieu for a while to the town and its trade |
102 |
3 |
| Do you see, as a sailor, I'll heave off |
102-104 |
6 |
| At length, too soon, dear creature |
104-105 |
4 |
| Farewell, my bonny, bonny, witty, pretty Maggy |
105-106 |
3 |
| Lillies of France and the fair English rose, The |
106-107 |
4 |
| Ye sons of Freedom! hail, the day |
107-108 |
4 |
| Old Neptune from the forging main |
109 |
6 |
| When Celtiberia's tawny brood |
110-111 |
6 |
| Trumpet awake! begin the lay |
111-112 |
8 |
| Who can attempt a more exalted theme |
112 |
3 |
| Say soldier wherefore drops that tear? |
113-114 |
7 |
| Ierne's genius deign to smile |
114-115 |
3 |
| When Charlotte plow'd the azure main |
115-116 |
5 |
| By our conduct abroad and our councils at home |
116-117 |
2 |
| Ye soldiers and sailors, to both I indite |
117 |
1 |
| Ye free born of Britain, rejoice ye! rejoice! |
118 |
2 |
| When England's free scepter Elizabeth sway'd |
118-120 |
4 |
| Why not to the rendezvous venture? |
120-121 |
5 |
| 'Twas August the seventh, at three in the morning |
121-122 |
5 |
| Come cheer up my noble hearts of gold |
122-123 |
4 |
| Vat mean you shon Englishman you make dis great poder |
123-124 |
8 |
| Arise Britannia strike th' attentive ear |
125 |
1 |
| Come listen a-while to my story |
125 |
1 |
| When gentle peace's olive branch |
125 |
1 |
| Then says our good king |
125 |
1 |
| Then strait he sent out as brave a train |
125 |
1 |
| Have you not heard how Marlboro' burst |
126 |
1 |
| This work when completed, with hearts void of fear, sir |
126 |
1 |
| But when he came to Cherburgh gate |
126 |
1 |
| English are come, our fate is decree'd, The |
126-127 |
2 |
| So the works we burnt and the stores we sunk |
127 |
1 |
| 'Twas our brave forefathers renowned of yore |
127 |
1 |
| No peace with Frenchmen were I to direct |
127-128 |
5 |