  Attend to my summons, ye British Electors, ’Tis freedom announces your instant support, No longer your confidence place in Protectors, Who pillage your Rights, and of Laws make a sport; Britannia demands your hearts and your hands, Away to assist her, the cause is divine. Come, see Freedom and Liberty Nobly exerting the Sons of the Tyne. ’Twas Liberty gave us our Commerce and Treasure, She taught us to cultivate Science and Mirth, To patronize Learning and true social pleasure, To lighten the heart, and give Jollity birth, Come, come Britons all, ’tis Liberty’s call, Away with all speed to her sacred shrine. Come, see Freedom and Liberty Nobly exerting the Sons of the Tyne. With Freedom all Nations we hold in defiance, The Glory of Britain o’er Earth she has hurl’d, And Monarchs despotic, now court our alliance, The terror of States, and the pride of the World. Long, long on our Isle, may Liberty smile, And bless us with Brunswick’s illustrious Line. Come, see Freedom and Liberty Nobly exerting the Sons of the Tyne. Be happy ye fair ones whom Freedom has given, The virtue and spirit her cause to maintain, Whose raiment outvies with the mantle of Heaven, When Phoebus unclouded, just starts from the Main, To guard love and beauty, we make it our duty, To aid their felicity, ever combine; Come, see Daughters of Liberty, Greeting with rapture the Sons of the Tyne. |
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