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 ( 4 ) His fcatter’d army took the rout, o’er hills and mountains, a’ that. Rife up, &c.

Paris has fail’n a fecond time, the pride of France, and a’ that; And Boney finks beneath the blow, dethron’d, difgrac’d, and a’ that. Rife up, &c:

The tyrant’s fail’n, and tumbled down, Huzza ! Huzza ! and a’ that, No more to wear the Bourbons’ crown, or rule in France, and a’ that. Rife up, &c.

He’s loft the game, and loft the race, his honour’s blafted, a’ that; May freedom’s fons foon end the chace, Huzza for Peace, and ’ that.

Brave Wellington at Waterloo, he gain’d the day, and a’ that. Beat Bonaparte, and his Guards too, and made them flee, and a’ that. CHORUS. Rife up, John Bull, rile up and fing, your chanter loudly blaw that, Long live our auld and worthy King, fuccefs to Britons, a’ that.