The Unhappy Voyage of Captain Glen/Wellington's Address

Britons bould, though Britons few,
On the plains o' Waterloo;

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 and Europe's foe,
See his lang decisive blow,

See his deadly overthrow,
Frae thrones and monarchy.
Sodgers—heroes o' renown,
Laurels fresh await our crown,
Liberty is Britain's own.
Then forward, win her plea.