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 Britons heroes, always true,
 * To lights and liberty.

Fire your blood, my vet’ran boys; Usurpition's yoke despise; Slavery fa's and slavery dies
 * Before brave British play.

See the haughty tyrant comes, See his darling warlike sums Hear the ratting o' his drums
 * To tie sweet Freedom's sway.

We'll divert him wi' the charms O' our swords and o' our arms; In his ear we'll strike our thairms,
 * That Britons shall be free.

Tho' his guns like thunders roar; Fight like lions as before; Conquer o'er or kiss the gore,
 * That welcomes bravery.

See, the lightning's flashing by, Darkning black the louring sky— Traitor turn and coward fly,
 * March, heroes, on wi' me.

Europe's p st [sic] and Europe's foe, See his lang decisive blow,