THE SONS OF THE TYNE: OR, British Volunteers.

Come cheer up your hearts, my brave sons of the Tyne, And boldly come forward to enter the line; Your country it calls you, defend now her right, Against that invader, who dares you to fight. Sons of Tyne all advance, For to humble proud France; And teach Bonaparte, Tho’ ever so hearty, Not t’ insult British valour upon her own shore. The proud sons of Spain, too, like fools did attempt, With a large Armada to make a descent; But lord Howard convinc’d them, long ere they came near, That they were not to take the wrong sow by the ear! Sons of Tyne, &c. There was bold Sidney Smith, on the Palestine shore, Made the army invincible lie all in gore; When caught in his Mouse Trap[17] at Acre de John, Bonaparte (then Musselman) made a sad moan. Sons of Tyne, &c. The brave Abercromby shed his last drop of blood, At Alexandria, for his country’s good: And shall Corsican Tyranny ever come near To Britannia’s shores?—No! we’ll all volunteer. Sons of Tyne, &c. He threats to invade us, and plunder us too, And make us a province! but that will not do. If he come, we will shew him a handful of men, Who will take him in Trap, like Sir Sidney again. Sons of Tyne, &c. Bonaparte’s bravadoes we’ll treat with disdain, Like the heroes of Britain, who rule on the main; We will boldly stand forward in Britannia’s cause, To protect her religion, her liberty and laws. Sons of Tyne, &c.