An Antigallican Song Poem by Cornelius Arnold

Ye Sons of true Freedom! let's drink, and let's sing;
Our Glasses charg'd high, to the Health of the King;
To each honest Tar, and all honest Souls,
Who love Fighting in Earnest, and full flowing Bowls.


To each worthy Captain, whate'er his Command;
Or publick, or private; by Sea, or by Land;
Who the Virtue of Drake, or a Howard inherit;
Those glorious Examples of old English Spirit.


Who ne'er reckon'd Odds when they were to engage,
And scorned to shackle the Lion's just Rage;
For when hard beset they disdained to fly;
The only Word known, was-Boys, conquer or die.


As for those Poltroons, howe'er high their Station;
Who, as Cowards,-or Knaves,-embarrass the Nation;
Who Fighting avoid,-or when Fighting do run;
Let them swing in a Halter, or die by a Gun.


A Health to the Patriot, whoever he be,
From Taxes and Debts who his Country would free;
May so noble a Scheme ev'ry where meet Applause;
No Party, or Faction, t'obstruct the good Cause.


Like fam'd Antigallicans let us behave;
Keep our Motto in View,-For our Country-be brave;
Remember our Sires, who the Monsieurs did maul,
And shew the brave Spirit of a true Antigaul.