Patriotism

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            RULE,

       BRITANNIA.

When Britain first at Heaven's command,
Arose from out the azure main,
This was the charter of the land,
And guardian Angels sung this strain ;
Rule, Britannia, Britannia, rule the waves,
Britons never shall be slaves.

The nations not so bless'd as thee,
Must in their turn to tyrants fall,
Whilst thou shalt flourish, great and free,
The dread and envy of them all.
Rule, Britannia, &c.

Still more majestic shalt thou rise,
More dreadful from each foreign stroke ;
As the loud blast that tears the skies ;
Serves but to root thy native oak.
Rule, Britannia, &c.

The haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame ;
All their attempts to bind thee down
Will but arouse thy generous flame,
And work their wo, and thy renown.
Rule, Britannia, &c.

To the belongs the rural reign,
Thy cities shall with commerce shine,
And thine shall be the subject main,
And every shore it circles thine.
Rule, Britannia, &c.

The muses, still with freedom found,
Shall to thy happy oasts repair:
Bless'd isle l with matchless beauty crown'd,
And manly hearts to guard the fair.
Rule, Britannia, &c.

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   Louden's bonny Woods

            and Braes.

Louden's bonny woods and braes,
I maun leave them a' lassie,
Wha can thole when Britain's faes
To Briton's would give law lasssie.
Wha would shu the field of danger,
Wha would shun the bed of honour ;
Now when freedom bid avenge her,
Wha wad shun her ca' lassie.
Louden's bonny woods and braes
Hae seen our happy bridal days,
And gentle hope shall soothe thy waes,
When I am far awa' lassie.

Hark ! the swelling bugle sings,
It gies joy to thee, laddie ;
But the dolefu' bugle brings
Waefu' things to me, laddie :
Lanely I may climb the mountain,
Lanely stray beside the fountain,
Still the dreary moments cou tin',
Far frae love and thee, laddie.
O'er the gory field of war,
Where vengeance drives her bloody car,
Thau'lt may be fa' frae me afar,
And nane to close thy ee, laddie.

O resume thy wonted smile,
O suppress thy fears lassie ;
Glorious honour crown the toil,
That the soldier shares lassie.
Heaven will shield thy faithfu' lover,
Till the day vengefu' strife is over,
Then we'll meet nae mair to sever,
Till the day we die, lassie.
'Midst our bonny woods and braes,
We'll spend our peaceful happy days,
As blithe's yon lightsome lamb that plays,
On Louden't flowery lee, lassie.

George Walker, Jun., Printer, Durham.
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