Page:New song called, Bonaparte's comin', or, Rouse brother Britons.pdf/2



ONAPARTE's comin', they're tellin' us what he's to do when he comes; He thinks we're ſae fear'd o' his numbers, we'll rin at the ſound o' his drums: But rouſe Brother Britons an' meet him, an' ſhaw him our hearts are o'ſteel; We'll face him, an' fight him, an' beat him, an' ſend him to France or the De'il.

Then wha wadna be a brave ſodger, an' fight for his country an' laws, Afore we will yield to a Tyrant, we'll die in the glorious cauſe.

He's braggin' he'll tak' a' our filler, an’ learn us a new Country dance; And then he will lift our bit Iſland, an' carry it wi' him to France. But come when he likes he'll be cheatit, an' that he will find to his coſt, For tho' he's the Auſtrians defeatit, in Britons he never ſhall boaſt.

Then wha wadna be, &c.