Wars > Napoleonic Wars (1803-1815)

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                            THE

            WHITE FLAG :

         Or, Boney done over.

GREAT news, brother Britons, our joy freely share,
Hark ! big with glad tidings, the guns rend the air,
The hope so long cherish'd to gloriously crown,
All Europe is up, but the Tyrant is down.
                                                   Derry down, &c.

A rod to all nations has been this proud elf,
Who, we know, has at last made a rod for himself,
The Dove flies aloft, with the olive of Peace,
And Boney's proud Eagles all turned to Geese.

Bonaparte a Cæsar was call'd, it is known,
And he seized upon all he came near, you must own,
But though this mock Cæsar has met with his fate,
We still have a true Alexander the Great.

Said John Bull, when quite sick of Invasion Nap grew,
If you won't come to me, I must e'en go to you,
And to France Johnny went, but a short time ago,
To toast Europe's cause in good wine at Bourdeaux.

From proud exultation though who can refrain,
Bonaparte, I'm sure, has no cause to complain,
Transported with joy though all Europe we view,
Poor Boney, you know, will be transported too.

Then hail to the monarchs enroll'd with the brave,
Whose conquering arms only conquered to save,
Hail, Freedom ! that gave unto Louis the Crown,
Raised the White Standard up, and the Tyrant's
pull'd down.
                                                   Derry down, &c.

J. K. POLLOCK, PRINTER, NORTH SHIELDS.