WAR SONG.

Evening Star, Issue 12026, 26 October 1903, Page 2

WAR SONG.

"Bow, Britons J bow the haughty head;' Bend, Britons! bend the stubborn knee; Own your ancient virtue dead, And know not that ye once were free. Think not, as your fathers thought; Speak no more, as Britons ought; Act no more the Britons' part With valiant hand and honest heart; What indignation bids you feel, Dare not, dare not to reveal; Tho' Justice sharpen, dare not grasp the lance, Nor single-handed tempt the might ofFrance. n. "Me HoDand, Italy obey; Her breast with many a war wound gor'th And crush'd beneath my iron sway, Me Helvetia owns her Lord. Boast not then your fleets, that sweep The eastern and the western deep; Boast»not then your sea-wash'd land, Rampart-girt by Nature's hand; Fleets and billows stay not me— Then bow the head and bend the knee, Britons, no more your rival ranks advance, Nor single-handed dare to cope with France." HI. Yes! as onr Albion's oak Stoops to the tempest, we will bow! Yesl we wfli bend, as the tall rock Mocking the wave that chafes below' Now by the sable Prince imbrued Once and again in Gallic blood; By the laurels, that intwine, Harry, thy helm; and, Marlb'rough, thine; Ey cur Chiefs on Nilua' tide, Him who trimnph'd, hira who died-; By him whom Aeon's turrets raise . To lion-hearted Richard's praise; Tail we will still our rivarfariks advance. And single-handed brave the might of France. IV. Gome, then, come thou Consul-King! Launch thy navies, arm thine host. And, beneath night's faVring wing, Thy banners plant on England's coast. Come! but hope not to return: Hero other thoughts thou soon shaft learn; Shalt feeL that Britons still may claim The honors of the British nanie; Can fcarkss still maintain their stand On British as on Syrian lirnd; Still rise superior to the Sons of Chance, St2i single-handed crush the pride- of France. —From London ' Times/ Jaiy. 12. 1803.