Stanzas (Come and fire one rousing gun)

Come and fire one rousing gun
O'er this king of rout and riot.
Silent now the tale of wonder,
Song of mirth and rap of thunder.

Little he for fighting cared,
Hurt or harm he wished to no man ;
Face of man he little feared,
Less the face of lovely woman ;
Left, for brethren dry and hearty,
Deeds of Death to Bonaparte,
Warrior, dry the falling tear,
What can from the dust recover ?

Cold the heart lies crumbling here,
All his fun and freaks are over ;
Like the foam-bell on the river,
They are gone — and gone for ever !

Recited in a party of Social Friends, met in honour of the
entry into Paris by the Allies. — 1814.

Now, Britain, let thy cliffs V snaw
Look prouder o'er the merled main,
The Bastard Eagle bears awa',
An' ne'er will ee thy shores again.