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And plumbs and pears, perhaps.

And leeks most peautiful also.
To grace their Monmouth caps;

Quivers of arrows they let fly.

And also us'd the sling.
As you shall hear, and by and by

Took pris'ner the F'rench king.

Why was the tay I pray you won?

Why turned the French their tails?
Because black Edward led them on.

The gallant Prince of Wales.

At Agincourt was laurel* worn>
When Henry took the field,

Henry,j a Welchman pred and porn,
That thousands ntade tp yield.

But



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But Henry, as with rage he purned.

Did fall, and also lay.
When David Gam came in and turned

The fortune of the tay.
Then should, the French put up our
blood,
I We're sons of David Gam,

And they'll find they might provoke as
good
The devil and his tarfi;

Tlien strike the harp, and peat the
string.

The French shall turn their tails ;
For George, Got bless hur, is hur King,

And hur son is t^rince of Wales.



THE BRITISH HEROES.

THE Vicar's begem, the British fair

All weakness overcome ;
The harp and lyre beneath their care.

Now hail the sprightly drum.

like Sparta's matrons nobly great.
Wives, mothers, daughter vie

Who most sliall heroes animate
To conquer or to die,

Sound the trumpet loud !

Bid the minstrel join
Thcprayer of yonder lovely croivd\

For our sons of fame,
Jn sounds divine.
Invoicing each auspicious .name

In battle to defend them.
Hail! they exclaim, rending the air,
Q listen to our fervent prayer.

May victory attoid them !

See, with delight, some lovely fair

Her parting hero deck,
A laurel wreath adorn his hair.

Her portrait grace his neck.

Thus armed, he pants to join th' attack ;

She fir^ily bids him go,
And warns him soon to bring her back

Some trophy from the foe.

Solind the trumpet loud, ice.



A mother cries, '* My love's first joy^?

Go, fame and honour bring;
From me thou hold'st thy life, dear boy/

In trust, to serve thy king:

Yet, from the reeking slaughter comey

Whatever chance betide.
In safety bring thy father home.

Or perish by his side."

Sound the trumpet loud, '&e

Thus shall the lovely British dame

To latest times be sungf
Great, brave, and noble, as the fame^

And honour whence she sprung.

Thus heroes perils shall survive.

Shall love and glory share;
And, angel-guarded, shall derive!

.ProtcQtion from the fair.

Sound the trumpet loud, &c*



THE AULD PIBROUGH.



ALLAN Ramsey and Burn5>,,
Ha cheerl) sujig, by turns.

The deeds of the crousc, bonny, bra

Scottisli man,
Wi his amis awe sae sheen,!
As they glistened in the een;
W^hile the canty pipe, sae gay,
The auld pibrough did play —

" There never was a Scot but was

true to his clan."

Fra3 Ossian to Bruce,
The bra deeds to produce.

Would take monny and monny a
long hour to scan ;
For mickle were the bairds,-
Sung the feats of Scottish lairds/
When the swankies in arra;y.
The canty pij)es did play — .

** There never was a Scot but was
true to his clan."'

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W'lt^ the bonnet aw so blue,
/tnd the nlnibie dirk in view.

While the x\ndrevv Farraro each arm

shall brawly spurjj
For the cause each bosom warms.
And they're awsome in arms.
While the fop to dismay
The warlike pipe shall play—

" There never was a Scot but was

true to his clan."

jjFrom Egypt's burning sands.
Made red by Scottish hands
-The invincible SkybalUs fled aw to a

man;
For the standard that they bore
P'rom its keeper's grasp we tore,
^A.nd the French were all dismayed,
A& the pibrough we played —

*' Tiiere never was a Scot but was

true to his clan!"

Of that tune the second part
3hall fash each bangster's heart.

For if they d^re approach we'll their
re^ir make their van ;
Sons of Wallace and Bruce
Mighty vengeance let loose;
Ancient courage display,
"VVhile the canty pipes shall play —

" There never \vas a Scot but vvas
true to his clan."



VICTORY AND GEORGE III.

WHENDrydcn wrote, and Purcel sunj

Britons strike home!
^he patriot-bounds re-echoing rung

fhe vaulted dome.



To George, a soldier and a saint.

To consecrate' his lay.
The poet prayed ; his numbers paint

Our prayer of this day.
To George, our theme, a Briton bora.

No less be honours given;
Whose various virtues might adorn

The registers of heaven.
Hise all who hear me, rise, and sing
Our hearts' dear chorus, God save ilit
King !

Since heaven first bade Britannia sway

The ample malq.
And willed the wondering world to obej

Her mighty reign,
Fxom power to power, the great behest.

By time was handed down ;
That fame and glory might invest

The splendid British crown.
George was the boon by nature willed.

Now sovereign of the waVes,
Who the conditions well fulfilled

Britons should ne'er be slaves!

Rise all who hear me, 6sfc^
Ye Britons bear in soul and mind

The glorious term ;
And what your ancestors enjoin'd

Do you confirm.

Steady, in Freedom's glorious cause.

United heart and hand.
Fighting for honour and the laws,

Cliase slavery from the land.

In Arthur's reign their swords they drew^
Heaven and St. George the word.

Arm, arm, and be the word from you
Victory and George the third.

llise all who hear me, &c.



ON SEEING A MINIATURE OF BONAPARTE,

Pendant fROM the Neck of a Woman of Quality.
'* WHAT, hang from the neck of a Lady?" cries Bill —

" Were ever such Folly and Impudence shewn ?"
" Far hanging indeed, he may hang where he will,
<* But as to. the neck, let it lie It/ his own!''
Traveller^

.SELECTED



41$ THE ANTI-GALLICAN.

SELECTED POETRY.

THE SOLDIER'S DREAM.
By Mr. CAMPBELL.

C_yUR bugles bad sung, for the night-cloud had lower'd,
And the centinal stars set them watch in the sky.

And thousands had sunk on the ground overpowerd.
The weary to sleep and the wounded to die !

When reposing that night on my pallet of straw.
By the wolf-scaring faggot that g-uarded the slain.

At the dead of the night, a sweet vision I saw.
And twice ere the cock crew, 1 dreamt it again.

Melhought, from the battle field's dreadful array.
Far, far I had roam'd on a desolate track,

Till nature and sunshine disclos'd the sweet way
To tlie house of my Father that welcom'd me back.

I flew to the pleasant fields travell'd so oft.

In life's morning's march when my bosom was young,

I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft.

And well knew the strain that the corn-reapers sung.

Then pledg'd we the cup, and fondly we swore.

From my home, and my weeping friends never to part;

My little ones miss'd me a thousand times o'er.
And my wife sobb'd aloud in the fidness of heart!

Stay! stay with us! rest! thmi art weary and worn;

And fain was the war-broken soldier to stay;
But sorrow returned with the dawning of morn.
And tiie voice iu my dreauiing ear melted away.
Morning Uerald*



SONG.



ARISE Brother Britons, in valour arise.

The Banner of Freedom's unfurled ;
The day-spring,of Victory beams from the skieSj

The thunder of vengeance is hurled.

With oiir swords in our hands upraised to Heaven,

We swear \re will never be Slaves ;
And the Altar on vChich this proud promise is given

Is the turf of our forefathers graves.



For



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l^or a Kiiig, our fond fatliers, for laws we adorC,

The dear tender ties of our love;
Like a band of true brotiiers we'll rush to the shore,

Our arms and our valour to j>rovc.

Shall our sweet native Isle, so long Freedom's abode^

Be a prey to the Tyrant of Gaul?
No, no, by our honour, our fathers, our God,
**■ ' We will save it or die at its fall.

JBark, hark, tis the bus! e each warrior calls
T ,/ Who shrinks not at Death's awful name;
i T'o arms, haste to arms! every Hero that falls.
Shall die in the blaze of his fame.



A NEW SONG OF OLD SAYINGS*

BONAPARTE, the bully, resolv'd to come over;
Wiih flat-boitom'd wherries, from Calais to Dover j
No perils to him in the billows are found,
* For if horn to he hangd he can never he drowned*

From a Corsican dun«;hill this futlgns did spritig, ^ '
He was soon made a Captain and would be a King;
But the hio-her he rises the more he does evil.



To seize all that we have and then clap us in jail.
To devour ail our victuals and drink all our ale>
And to grind us to dusl is the Corsican's will-—

* For loe know all a grist that e'er cdmes to his mill.* ,

To stay quiet at home the First Consul can't bear.
Or rriayhap he iVould have other Jish to fry there^
So as iish of that sort does not suit his desire,

• He leaps out of thefryitig-pun into the fire.'

He builds barges and cock-boats, and craft witl^out entJi
And numbers the boats which to England he'll send.
But in sjiite of his craft, and his barges and boats,

* He still reckons, I think, ivifhout one of his hosts'

He rid 's upon France and, }]e tramples o^n Spain, //
And holds Holland and Italy tight in a chain ;
Tliese he hazards for more, though I can't undersrand*

♦ How one hird in the hush is mrth two in the hand:

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He trusts that his luck will all danger expel,

' But the pitcher is broke that goes oft to the well-^*

And when our brave soldiers this bully surround,

' Though hes thought penny-wise, he'll look foolish in pound.

France can never forget that our fathers of yore.

Used to pepper and baste her at sea and at shore ;

And we'll speedily prove to this Mock- Alexander,

' IVliat was sauce for the goose, will he sauce for the gander*

I have heard and have read in a great many books.
Half the Frenchmen are tailors, and t'other half cooks ; —
We've fine trimmings in store for the Knights of the Cloth,
* And the Cooks that come here will btit spoil their own hroih*

It is said that the French are a numerous race.
And perhaps it is tme, ' for ill weeds groiu a-paccy
But come when they will^ and as many as dare,
' / expect they'll arrive a day after the fair. ^

To invade us more safely these warriors boast
They will wait till a storm drives our fleet from the coast.
That t'will ' he an ill wind, will be soon understood.
For a wind that hlows Frenchmen hlows nohody good.*

They would treat Britain worse than they've treated Mynheer,
But they'll find, * they have got a tvrong sow hy the ear'.
Let them come then in swarms by this Corsican led.
And I warrant, « we'll hit the right nail on the head*



A HUNDRED TO ONE, or the Odds against Bonaparte.
By W. C. EMPSONy Esq.

SINCE the Gallic Ambassador's taken French leave,

And returned in high dudgeon to France,
At the loss of one Frenchman we never will grieve.

Though we care not how many advance.
As war is their fancy, why let them come on.

And attempt their long threaten 'd Invasion;
^ To Arms, then to Arms ! every Briton's brave Son,

Can we arm on a better occasion ?

Bonaparte has confessed tis * a hundred to one*
Britain's tars will not let them come over-.
Let him try, should he dare.
But he'd letter hewarc,
For should he elude 'em, she^s many a hrave Son,
Who would warmly receive him at Dover.

Now



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Now for once the Chief Consul speaks truth I confess.

Though it seldom has happened before.
For him than no one living adheres to truth less.

Or to falsehood and perfidy more.
He declares to his Slaves through the Gallic domain

' Single-handed i we never can beat 'cm.
But we've proved the boast false, and will prove it again.

As often as Nelson can meet 'em.

Still the Corsican owns 'tis ' a Hundred to One,' &c.

Then collect, Bonaparte, all the troops you can bring,

And invade us at once if you can;
But remember we're true to our Country and King^

And are loyal and brave to a man.
We invite you to come, and we'll soon let you know.

When insulted, what Britons can do;
For we always were ready at facing a foe.

And are anxious to meet him in you.

Then huzza, my Irave hoys. His a Hundred to One,' 5tp,



THE FURY OF DISCORD : a war song.
By John Carr, Esq.

IN a chariot of fire through hell's flaming arc^

The Fury of Discord appear'd,
A myriad of daemons attended her march.

And in Gallia her standard she rear'd.

Thy name so enchanting, sweet Freedom ! she took.

But in vain did she try to assume
Thy smile of content, thy enlivening look.

And thy roseate, mountainous bloom.

For wan was her visage, and frenzied her eye;

At her girdle a poniard she wore ;
Her bosom and limbs were expos'd to the sky.

And her robe was besprinkled with gore.

Nature shudder'd and sigh'd, as the wild rabble past;

Each flow'r hung its beautiful head;
The groves became dusky, and moan'd in the blast, .1

And Virtue and Innocence fled.

She rose from her car, 'midst the yell of her crew;

Emblazon'd, a scroll she unfurl'd.
And on it, the dreams of Philosophy drew—

" Tis the charter," she cried, *' of the world."

J G 2 Plunder^



420 THE ANTI-GALLICAN.

Plunder, keen-ey'd and lean, rang with plaudits the sky;

Murder grinn'd, as he whetted his steel ;
While Blahphemy swore the liedcemer on high

Was the creature of folly and zeal.

The scaffold grew red with the blood of the brave.
Kings turn'd pale on their thrones at lier nod j

While Loyalty flew to the gloom of the cave.
And Piety knelt to her God.

At length, after changing her chiefs at her will, ,, -

As their mischievous zeal grew remiss.

She songht a new fav'rite with dexterous skill.
From Obscurity's darkest abyss :

The powers of her monstrous adoption to try,

'jVjldst, Egypt, thy waterless waste!
She fade him the blast of thy desert outvie.

And defile all thy relics of taste.

The hero ohey'd — with a merciful air.

He rung from thy natives a tear ;
But the justice and valour of Britain e'en there

Shook his legions recoiling with fear.

Well pleas'd with his crimes, the Fury, with flight,

Tq her empire safe wafted him o'er;
While the spectres of Jaffa, with ghastly delight.

The murd'rer pursu'd to the shore.

Arriv'd — for his brow, lo ! a turban she made.
Bright with gems pluck'd from Gallia's crown ;

To give him a name, she Rome's hist'ry survey'd.
In the days of her early renown.

To embellish his guih, or to soften its shade.
The Arts mournful captives she kept ;

And the plund'rer and plunder of Europe displayed
To the wand'rer, who wonder'd and wej:)t.

To support this apostate imperial shade.

This impious mock'ry of good.
She rais'd a banditti, to whom she convey 'd

His spirit for plunder and blood.

The chiefs of the earth in a panic beheld

The flash of his sabre afar;
They enter'd — ^but pensively niov'd from the fieUJ,

Aod bow'd to tliis Idol of war j



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Till fum'd with the incense of slavish applause.

O'er the globe's fairest portion he trodj
And spurning it's liberty, spirit, and laws,

Conceiv'd himself rais'd to a God.

But England disdain'd to the Tyrant to bend;

Still erect, undisrnay'd she was found ;
Infuriate, he swore that his bolt should descend.

And her temples should fall to the ground.

Yes, here, if his banner be destin'd to wave.

It shall float o'er her temples laid low ;
Over piles of her children, who, loyal and brave.

Such a victory never will know.

Oh ! banish the thought — for learn 'tis in vain.

Thus, thou maniac Tyrant, to boast;
As soon shall her base be remov'd by the main.

As her empire by thee and thy host.

The sound is gone forth — 'tis recorded above:

To the mountain it spread from the vale ;
'* Our God, and our King, and our Country we love.

And for them we will die, or prevail."

Then hasten the day, if thy threat be sincere.

Let the winds blow thy myriads along;
Then soon may thy boasted Armada appear.

Soon our rocks catch the militant song.

Thy guardian, foul deity! hideous with crime.

Shall view, as she moves to our shore.
The Genius of Britain, mild, brave, and sublime.

And shall boast her achievements no more.

Oh! direful and strange will the contest appear.

Big with freedom to nations -afar:
The good who confide, and the guilty who fear.

Shall join in the conflict of war.

In heaven, with smiles, shall the happy and blest

Lean over its bright-beaming walls.
To guide and support to the regions of rest

The soul of the patriot who falls.

Britannia ! thy muse, on a rock high and steep.

The fate of the fight shall proclaim ;
The strings of her lyre Inspiration shall sweep.

Recording each hero by name.

The world to its centre shall shake with delight.

As thus she announces their fall ;
" They sink— our invaders submit to our might.
The ocean has buried them all." [LoyalisU



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BRITISH THUNDER !

Perish the 7nan whose mind is backward now. — Shakespeare.
O'ER Albion's happy land again
Blood-thirsty Mars resumes his reign.

His crimson flag unfurls -,
Bellona, in her iron car.
Sounds the tremendous trump of War,
Her direful vengeance hurls.

To arms ! ye gallant hearts of steel.
And make these bold invaders feel

The force of British thunder;
Quick pour destruction on the foe.
And let proud Bonaparte know

He ne'er shall Britain plunder.

To scourge the pride of haughty France,
Sec, see, Britannia's sons advance.

And grasp the shining spear j
To guard their liberty and lives.
Their laws, their children, and their wives.

Brave Britons know no fear.

Should they e'er tempt the foaming wave^
Meet them, ye British seamen brave.

With true old English thunder :
Shew the vain-glorious sOns of France,
Tiiough unassisted we'll advance.

And save our land from plunder.

But should the base, the murd'ring band
On Albion's shore in darkness land.

And brave the British lion,
No cowards on our shore they'll meet,
No slaves to crouch beneath their feetj

This tmth they may rely on.

The Frenchmen boast they'll freedom grant.
And on Albion's shore will plant

Their tree of liberty ;
But here does freedom smiling live, i

Such freedom Frenchmen ne'er can give;

Then to its standard fly.

Shall Britons bow to Gallia's lord?
Obey a . tyrant Consul's word ?

** No, no," they loudly cry ;
"We'll guard our sacred shore from spoil.
From tyranny and Gallic wile j

And freely live, or die," • !

, The»



TITE ANTI-GALLICAN. , A^t

Then o'er this land sliall George still reign,
Britannia still shall rule the main.

Of future days the Vvonder :
Wiiile Freedom's flag remains unfurl'd.
We'll bid defiance to the world, ,

And hurl tK avenging thunder.
Loyalist. T. P. H.



AMOR PATRI^.

AH ADDRESS TO OLD ENGLAND'S VOLUNTEERS.

ROUSE, Volunteers, your warlike souls to armSj

Undaunted Heroes to the fight advance,
JLet ev'ry breast be free from vain alarms
i -* < '" 'And bid defiance to aspiring France.

Invasion's threaten'd : hated Gallia boasts

She'll send her myrmidons with dreadful ire.
To strew your much-lov'd Albion's happy coasts.

With heaps of dead and desolation dire.

Then, fellow men, unite with heart and hand.
And fight with vigour in your country's cause:

Bold, meritorious, patriotic band.

Defend your rights, your liberties and laws.

Let ev'ry heart with lively ardour glow.

To guard its Sovereign, and its native land ;
JLet Justice point, and Vengeance strike the blow.

And hurl destruction on the lawless band.

Shall Britons sleep when Bonaparte invades
Their Country's envied, but unconquered, plains?

Shall monsters ravish England's fariest maids.
And fix her sons in everlasting chains ?

To a curs'd Tyrant's yoke shall Britons bend.
And Freedom's sons in bonds of slavery groan !

Shall independent souls with slaves contend
And Albion kneel at haughty Gallia's throne.

No ! not till Nature's laws shall cease to reign.

Not till the Sun for ever stays its course ;
Not till the Heav'ns shall lose iheir starry train.

Or the loud tempest cease its boist'rous force.

Rise then Old England's Loyal Volunteers,

For hark ! The God of War to glory calls ;
Unite those hearts ne'er yet appall'd by fears —

And boasting Gallia's vile Usurper falls.

Regulus,



A NEW S,5nG and a true S0N(? ;. [

Or, the Character of the Wretches who ikreatefi to conquer
^r.i, le^! YHE SONS OF LIBERTY. -

DO you hear, my brave boys, what these scoundrels advance :
That Britain shall soon be a province to France j oa Di'>ti'/J
That they'll do such exploiis as shall make the« wofld|3in>iu]^«

And give up the nation to rapine and plunder?- ult ',\^'.>^ o /

They are hoarse^ these vain boasters, with tearing their throats
About their invasions a-nd Jiat-hottornd boats :
I don't think they'll venture to stir now they've got 'em.
If they shoul^, tl^^^shdl all go downjiat to the bottom, ... '
' . - - Derry down, &c.

Would you know who they are, with their threats to invade ?
Who for 4ges have made of vain-boasting their trade?
A Frenchman* himself calls ih&m beasts in our ^hapf,
A marvellous anion of tiger and ape,

' Derry dqivn, &c.

Like ttgersy they tear all they reach with their claws ;
Like monkey ■<;, they chatter with impudent jaws :
Like tigers, deceitful and cruel, they slay
All they get in their power, and devour them as prey.

Derry down, &*c

Like monkeys, they grin with a thousand grimace^
And hold out their paws iox fraternal embraces ! ' j <. ^^
No oifers of friendship. Monsieur, if you please j ^^ J^" '
For your softest embrace is a bloody hard sqtt^eze. "''^ '"'^^



But who is the Hero that leads them this dance?
A Corsican stroller that stroll'd into France ;
And as virtue in France for tlie most part miscarries,
T' insure his promotion, a /ziiT'/d/'f he iharries.

■ "*' "''%" -^ .■•.• • ' Derry down, is?c,

J The honours thus purchas'd, the miscreant ^as sjallied.
Has pfomis'd, deceiv'd, intrigu'd, brib'd, and bullied j
Turns Atheist, turns Turk, and turns Christian at will.
His ambition, to feed, and his coders to fill.

"^ Derry dotvn, isfc^

* Voltaire. ^ .,,

f The renowned Madame Bonaparte was eruiobled by the mere than Jratd^fal embraces of
Barrels, in the plcntitude of his power, after she had beiia emhraced by General Delhas, who-
relieved her from the emhracts of TpoorX:hen?er the'"p6«t. The Usurper, in consequence of
tbU ti^arriagc, commanded the army in Egypt. - ^



TH12 ANf I-GALLICAN. 4Q5

Distraction attends every step that he goes,

For he poisons alike both hh friends and his foes }

He leaves his inrinribit' tro(»p3 to be beat.

And makes the French Slaves, as he steals a retreat.

Derrif down, S^c.

Where now, ye mean vassals, has Liberty fl«d ?
Her cap ye have {urn, ye hag chains in her stead j
Ye rattle these chains, and are proud of disgrace i
You've Equality still — for you're equally base I

Derry dotarit fe'c*



TflE BRITISH MEDLEY.

IN wild confusion's lawless reign.

When madden'd France, like chaos, rose—*
Contemn'd the Monarch of the main.
And breath'd around unnumber'd woes :
To England's coast her blood-stain'd arms she turn'd.
Britannia cried, whilst her embrace she spurn'd,
Britons, strike home! Avenge your country's wrongs 1 ^

Fight, and record yourselves in Druids' songs.

From ev'ry port, the willing crew

l^auncb'd forth, to cut the buoyant tide.
Their floating walls ; as fav'ring blew
Each zephyr on old Neptune's pride.
What tho' the foe did vainly dare the fight I
He loud exclaim'd, and sunk in whelming night.
Rule, Britannia ! Britannia rule the waves I
Britons never shall be slaves.

Then coward treason dark combined.
And met the dastard traitor's doom.
United ev'ry Briton's mind.

Whose lifted sword shone through the gloom.
Peace gladd'ning echo'd o'er the tented fields.
Each voice proclaim'd, while rung the clanging shields^
God save great George our King 1
I^ng live our noble King I

God save the King I
Send him victorious,
Happy and glorious !
Long to reign over us !
God save the King I

ToL.j*, SH Ytt,



423* THE ANTI-OALLICAN.

' '■[- :-■ -' Yet, as the daring foe provoke, '^ '^- I'T'^ / 'l ;■ '.^{)<\

By" deeds of harsh aggressive war ; ,-r

,■ biiixi J' Sprain sh;dl tliuiurring hearts of oak
'"Mrfi/)»nT('< Their missive horrors spread afar.

The \aliant seamen, scouring their domain, ^ u" k di'l'

Shall sing in mvriads on their wat'ry reign—
^^^i„,,,,p We always are ready, '^ ■ -^/m .<vvv.ixhatlj..rl^L^^
. ^1 . r : 3teady boys, steady, .....n. < t ,i.,i> ,-f, j ,

.,"^- I .We'll fight, and we'll conquer again aiid again. >n).P-

-. ANTICIPATION. '''' • -

. haiio'i ad 19^ niKfitf! H' -'" ;■'*'''

^gaivBv^ vlhnoxq ^Ki-^n-'t;./ ^4 SONNET. -.ih:;u!.

' bnrjo;.v rhun-. ^^ ^^-^_ Wordsworth, Esq.

SHOUT, for a mighty victory is won !

On British ground the Invaders are laid low,



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