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 Changing the gown for the ensigns of war,
 * The cause of the country to plead, Sir.

Freedom appears, ev’ry heart cheers, That calls for a health to the Law Volunteer.

Here’s to the soldier, though batter’d in wars,
 * And safe to his farm retir’d,
 * When call’d for his country ne’er thinks of his scars,
 * With ardour to join is inspir’d;

Bright fame appears, trophies uprears, To veteran chiefs, who become Volunteers.

Here’s to the Farmer that cares to advance,
 * To harvests of honour with pleasure.

Who wish a slave the road skillful in France,
 * A sword with his Freedom would measure;

Hence with cold fear, Heroes rise here, The ploughman is chang’d to the stout Volunteer.

Thus the bold hands of Britain’s defence,
 * The muse hath with rapture review’d Sir,

With our Volunteer boys as our verses commence,
 * With our Volunteer boys they conclude Sir;

Discord nor noise, never damp our joys, But health and success to the Volunteer boys.

Here’s to the Peer first in Senate and field,
 * Whose actions to title and grace, Sir,