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BRITONS bauld, though Britons few,

On the plains o' Waterloo;

Britons, heroes, always true

To right and liberty.

Fire your blood, my vet'ran boys;

Usurpation's yoke despise;

Slavery fa's and slavery dies

Before brave British play.

See the haughty tyrant comes;

See his daring warlike sum's;

Hear the rattling 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 gun, like thunders roar;

Fight like lions as before;

Conquer o'er, or kiss the gore,

That welcomes bravery.