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https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.2152#0182
f See John the Soldier Jack the Tar,
>' With sword and pistol arm'd for war,
" Should Mpunseer dare come here',
f The hungry slaves have smelt our food,
." They long to taste our flesh and blood,
" Old England's beef and beer!
■" Britons, to arms! and let 'em come,
." Be you but.Eritons still, strike, home,
" And lion-like attack'em:
" No power can stand the deadly stroke,
" That's given from hands and hearts of oak,
" With Liberty to back 'em,"
From the unpropitious regions of France, our
scene changes to the fertile fields of England.
" England! bound in with the triumphant sea,
" Whose rocky shores beat back the envious siege
•'Of vufry Neptune."
Instead of the forlorn and famished party who
were represented in the last plate, we here see a
company of well-fed and high-spirited Britons,
marked with all the hardihood of ancient times,
and eager to defend their country.
>' With sword and pistol arm'd for war,
" Should Mpunseer dare come here',
f The hungry slaves have smelt our food,
." They long to taste our flesh and blood,
" Old England's beef and beer!
■" Britons, to arms! and let 'em come,
." Be you but.Eritons still, strike, home,
" And lion-like attack'em:
" No power can stand the deadly stroke,
" That's given from hands and hearts of oak,
" With Liberty to back 'em,"
From the unpropitious regions of France, our
scene changes to the fertile fields of England.
" England! bound in with the triumphant sea,
" Whose rocky shores beat back the envious siege
•'Of vufry Neptune."
Instead of the forlorn and famished party who
were represented in the last plate, we here see a
company of well-fed and high-spirited Britons,
marked with all the hardihood of ancient times,
and eager to defend their country.