I.
While Vict'ry smiles on patriot worth,
And Wisdom shouts applause, Sir,
What joy to think, amidst our mirth,
We've sought in Freedom's cause, Sir!
That Liberty our fathers won
Their sons have well defended;
And faithfully that duty done
Which Heav'n for man intended.
CHORUS.
For Westminster's free sons have shewn,
When Kings misuse their station,
That Britons raised a Brunswick's throne
For Freedom's preservation.
II.
See with what just, yet jealous pride,
Our fathers watch'd the Crown, Sir!
Beneath their eye no King could stride
Beyond his legal bound, Sir.
They liv'd in loyal duty brave,
While Freedom mark'd his sway, Sir:
But when abus'd that pow'r they gave,
As quick they took away, Sir.
For Westminster's free sons have shewn,
When Kings misuse their station,
That Britons rais'd a Brunswick's throne
For Freedom's preservation.
III.
Look back, and see what blood hath stain'd
Our page in civil fight, Sir;
When bold Prerogative disdain'd
A free-born nation's right, Sir!
What tears have drown'd this widow'd land
When monarchs rul'd by will, Sir!
And but for Patriot Virtue's hand,
Those tears had trickl'd still, Sir.
For Westminster's free sons have shewn,
When Kings misuse their station,
That Britons rais'd a Brunswick's throne
For Freedom's preservation.
IV.
And now, when Britain's drooping head
Can scarce withstand its foes, Sir,
Shall he, whose talents kingdoms dread,
A despot frown depose, Sir?
Shall Britain's King the Whigs disdain,
On whom the empire rests, Sir?
Or, when half's lost, shall Tories reign
The guardians of the rest, Sir?
For Westminster's free sons have shewn,
When Kings misuse their station,
That Britons rais'd a Brunswick's throne
For Freedom's preservation.
V.
Shall public good be thus betray'd
In Britain's humblest hour?
A falling nation lose the aid
Of Wisdom's amplest pow'r!
In days like these, shall fav'rites dare
To rule by court-applause, Sir?
And he who loves the people, bear
No sway in Britain's cause, Sir?
For Westminster's free sons have shewn,
When Kings misuse their station,
That Britons rais'd a Brunswick's throne
For Freedom's preservation.
VI.
Forbid it Fate, that Freemen born
For public zeal be hated!
Or bend beneath that prince's scorn
Whom Freedom's voice created!
For no hereditary right
To crowns enslave our vows, Sir;
'Tis Freedom gives and binds 'em tight
On patriot princes brows, Sir.
For Westminster's free sons have shewn,
When Kings misuse their station,
That Britons rais'd a Brunswick's throne
For Freedom's preservation.
VII.
Then be the triumph great and gay
That crowns our Champion's glory!
Oh, may the blest auspicious day
Long live in British story!
May endless honours grace that head
In which with partial hand, Sir,
Kind Heav'n a chosen light hath shed
To save a sinking land, Sir!
For Westminster's free sons have shewn,
When King's misuse their station,
That Britons rais'd a Brunswick's threne
For Freedom's preservation.
While Vict'ry smiles on patriot worth,
And Wisdom shouts applause, Sir,
What joy to think, amidst our mirth,
We've sought in Freedom's cause, Sir!
That Liberty our fathers won
Their sons have well defended;
And faithfully that duty done
Which Heav'n for man intended.
CHORUS.
For Westminster's free sons have shewn,
When Kings misuse their station,
That Britons raised a Brunswick's throne
For Freedom's preservation.
II.
See with what just, yet jealous pride,
Our fathers watch'd the Crown, Sir!
Beneath their eye no King could stride
Beyond his legal bound, Sir.
They liv'd in loyal duty brave,
While Freedom mark'd his sway, Sir:
But when abus'd that pow'r they gave,
As quick they took away, Sir.
For Westminster's free sons have shewn,
When Kings misuse their station,
That Britons rais'd a Brunswick's throne
For Freedom's preservation.
III.
Look back, and see what blood hath stain'd
Our page in civil fight, Sir;
When bold Prerogative disdain'd
A free-born nation's right, Sir!
What tears have drown'd this widow'd land
When monarchs rul'd by will, Sir!
And but for Patriot Virtue's hand,
Those tears had trickl'd still, Sir.
For Westminster's free sons have shewn,
When Kings misuse their station,
That Britons rais'd a Brunswick's throne
For Freedom's preservation.
IV.
And now, when Britain's drooping head
Can scarce withstand its foes, Sir,
Shall he, whose talents kingdoms dread,
A despot frown depose, Sir?
Shall Britain's King the Whigs disdain,
On whom the empire rests, Sir?
Or, when half's lost, shall Tories reign
The guardians of the rest, Sir?
For Westminster's free sons have shewn,
When Kings misuse their station,
That Britons rais'd a Brunswick's throne
For Freedom's preservation.
V.
Shall public good be thus betray'd
In Britain's humblest hour?
A falling nation lose the aid
Of Wisdom's amplest pow'r!
In days like these, shall fav'rites dare
To rule by court-applause, Sir?
And he who loves the people, bear
No sway in Britain's cause, Sir?
For Westminster's free sons have shewn,
When Kings misuse their station,
That Britons rais'd a Brunswick's throne
For Freedom's preservation.
VI.
Forbid it Fate, that Freemen born
For public zeal be hated!
Or bend beneath that prince's scorn
Whom Freedom's voice created!
For no hereditary right
To crowns enslave our vows, Sir;
'Tis Freedom gives and binds 'em tight
On patriot princes brows, Sir.
For Westminster's free sons have shewn,
When Kings misuse their station,
That Britons rais'd a Brunswick's throne
For Freedom's preservation.
VII.
Then be the triumph great and gay
That crowns our Champion's glory!
Oh, may the blest auspicious day
Long live in British story!
May endless honours grace that head
In which with partial hand, Sir,
Kind Heav'n a chosen light hath shed
To save a sinking land, Sir!
For Westminster's free sons have shewn,
When King's misuse their station,
That Britons rais'd a Brunswick's threne
For Freedom's preservation.