| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| God save---"The Rights of Man!" |
11-13 |
8 |
| Ye vile swinish herd, in the sty of taxation |
13-16 |
12 |
| Apostate! give over your elequence, pray! |
16-18 |
12 |
| Farewell to Scotland's barren ground |
19-20 |
8 |
| Pride of the nation is Sweet Willy O!, The |
20-22 |
10 |
| When first the great Senate of Frenchmen agreed |
23-25 |
8 |
| I saw, but O I surely dream'd |
25-28 |
14 |
| Our fathers left a race of Kings |
28-29 |
3 |
| They prosper best who have no king |
29-33 |
25 |
| He comes---the great Reformer comes |
34 |
2 |
| Proud Monarchs rais'd to wear a crown |
35-36 |
4 |
| Come let us prepare |
36-39 |
11 |
| Break out in lamentation |
39-41 |
4 |
| What meant our consternation |
41-43 |
6 |
| Ye Britons no longer inactive remain |
43-44 |
4 |
| Rights of Man I will maintain, The |
45-47 |
9 |
| Wicked Scotchman now resides, A |
47-48 |
4 |
| Say, Echo, how shall we diffuse the light |
48-50 |
16 |
| Long live our g-r-a-c-i-o-u-s-king |
51-52 |
6 |
| Soon as a monarch mounts the throne |
53-54 |
6 |
| No longer lost in shades of night |
54-56 |
7 |
| Assembled in our country's Cause |
56-58 |
8 |
| Great reformation, approaching we hail!, The |
59-60 |
6 |
| Ye sons of France, awake to glory |
61-62 |
4 |
| Unfold, Father Time, thy long records unfold |
63-64 |
4 |
| See! bright Liberty descending |
64-65 |
7 |
| At alehouse door, where weary porters stop |
66-69 |
14 |
| In times of yore, when heroes fought |
69-71 |
8 |
| Kind Heav'n, we read, in days of yore |
72 |
|
| Herald of Freedom to the fertile plains |
72-73 |
5 |
| Renownd'd Britannia! lov'd parental land |
74 |
3 |
| I hate that drum's discordant sound |
74-75 |
2 |
| Is there, or do the schoolmen dream? |
75-79 |
14 |
| When beating tempests waste the plains |
79-81 |
6 |
| 'Tis dangerous to eat |
81-82 |
4 |
| Come, chear up, my countrymen, ne'er be dismay'd |
82-84 |
6 |
| When Time was young |
84-87 |
|
| In early days, If kings were made by men |
87-90 |
|
| Arm, arm, the gen'rous Britons cry |
90 |
1 |
| Sure, Master John Bull, I shan't know till I'm dead |
91-95 |
25 |
| Latent long, and and undetected |
95-96 |
7 |