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 (5) INVASION THREATENED. Rouſe up Briton's ! rouse ! here'ſ denger, Frenchmen dare invade our coaſts; To fight and couquer--you're nn ſtrangers, ſoon we'll came their haughty boaſts. Awaken, Britons! Frenchmen threaten, to ſubdue our peaceful lile : To arms! to arms! let then be beaten, in front, in rear, each rank and file. Ruuſe up, Britons! rouſe! here's, &c. Our King is wife, and well ſupported, has men and money in his band; His Generals are well eſcorted. his fleets at ſea bear ſole command. &c. Our Cavalry are ſtout and heatriny, our Regulars, there's none ſo brave; Our fencibles are young and wealthy, and like the Train, none can behave. &c. Field Marſhal York, Great Britain's glory, where's the man will fit his call? I'm ſure he's neither Whig nor Tory. to's country tie's but a Raſcal. 'Rouſe, &c. Awake, millions! York will lead you, ſhould Frenchmen dare to croſs the main; And Briton's Daughters they will feed you, 'till Frenchmen be by Britons ſtain. &c.