From ''Songs, hymns, and psalms'' by Jonas Hanway, p24, 1783. :: listen to the tune (midi file)
'''''Hearts of Oak'''''
Come cheer up my Lads 'tis to Glory we stear, To add something more to this wonderfull Year; To Honour we call you not press you like Slaves, For who are so free as we Sons of the Waves: Heart of Oak are our Ships, Heart of Oak are our Men, We always are ready Steady Boys steady We'll Fight and we'll Triumph again and again.
We ne'er see our foes, but we wish them to stay, They never see us, but they wish us away' If they run, why we follow, and run them on shore, For if they won't fight us, we cannot do more. Heart of oak, &c.
They swear they'll invade us--these terrible foes! They frighten our women, our children, and beaus; But should they flat-bottoms in darkness get o'er, Still Britons they'll find to receive them on shore. Heart of oak, &c.
We'll still make them run, and we'll still make them sweat, In spite of the Devil and Brussels Gazette; Then cheer up, my lads, with one heart let us sing, Our soldiers, our sailors, our statesmen, and king. Heart of oak, &c.
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From ''Songs, hymns, and psalms'', by Jonas Hanway, p25, 1783. :: listen to the tune (midi file)
'''''In Honour of Peace and the King'''''
On the white Cliffs of Albion see Fame where she stands And her shrill swelling Notes reach the Neighbouring Lands, Of the Natives free born and their Conquests she Sings, The happiest of Men with the greatest of Kings.
George the Third she proclaims, his bright glory repeats, His undeismay'd legions and powerful fleets; Whom nor castles nor rocks can from honour retard, Since e'en death for their king they with scorn disregard.
"His just right to affect hath the king amply try'd, "Nor his wisdom or strength can opponents abide; "Then no longer in rage let dread thunder be hurl'd, "But leave him to me, and give peace to the world!"
But see! a cloud bursts, and an angel appears! Tis 'Peace', lovely virgin, dissolved in tears! "Stay, Fame" (cry'd the maid) is't not time to give o'er, "With sieges and famine, explosions and gore!"
'Tis done, and great George is to mercy inclin'd; The blest word is gone forth, for the good of mankind; 'Tis the act of a Briton to beat, then to spare, And our king is a Briton--deny it who dare.
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From ''The musical repository'', pp55-56, 1799. :: listen to the tune (midi file)
'''OLD ENGLAND O.'''
Huzza! my boys, for England O, My boys, huzza! for England O; Faction soon shall prostrate lie, And the wreaths of victory shall adorn the brow of Old England O. Faction soon shall prostrate lie, And the wreaths of victory Shall adorn the brow of Old England O.
Old Neptune's pride is England O, Old Nepture's pride is England O, To her mild and equal reign, He resign'd the liquid main, And the queen of the seas is Old England O. To her mild, &c.
We dearly love Old England O, We dearly love Old England O; Let us then our rights maintain, And in steady faith remain, The loyal sons of Old England O. Let us then, &c.
For shame! ye sons of England O, Ye bastard sons of England O, To forge the trait'rous pike and lance, And court the smiles of mad'ning France, All intent on the ruin of England O. To forge, &c.
Reflect, ye sons of England O, Deluded sons of England O, Is not your peace and safety fled? Where doth freedom rest her head, But secure in the bosom of England O? Is not, &c.
Then why fall out with England O? Or why dispute with England O? Is she not a parent kind? Then give resentment to the wind, And again be the friends of Old England O. Is she not, &c.
Your glasses fill to England O, A bumper charge to England O; Long may she give the nations peace, And may her empire never cease, Nor French mobs be thought friends of Old England O. Long may, &c.
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From ''Songs, hymns, and psalms'', by Jonas Hanway, p17, 1783. :: listen to the tune (midi file)
'''''Roast Beef'''''
While mighty roast Beef is the Englishmans Food, It enobles our Veins and enriches our Blood, Our Sailors are brave and our Statesmen are good, O the roast Beef of old England And O the old English roast Beef.
Our fathers of old, were robust, stout, and strong, And oft kept open house with mirth all day long, Which made their plump tenants rejoice in this song: O the roast beef, &c.
In those days, if fleets did presume on the main, They seldom or never return'd back again; As witness, the vaunted Armada of Spain: O the roast beef, &c.
When good Queen Elizabeth sat on the throne, No coffee, or tea, nor such slip-slops were known; The world was in terror if e'er she did frown: O the roast beef, &c.
And still we have stomachs to eat and to fight, And, when wrongs are a-cooking, to do ourselves right; And now, my good friends, I wish you good night; O the roast beef, &c.
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From ''Songs, hymns, and psalms'' by Jonas Hanway, song 27, 1783. :: listen to the tune (midi file)
'''''Rule Britannia'''''
When Britain first at Heav'ns Command, arose from the Azure Main, arose arose from out the Azure Main; This was the Charter, the Charter of the Land, and Guardian Angels sing this Strain, Rule Britannia, Britannia Rule the Waves, Britons never will be Slaves.
The nations, not so blest as thee, Must, in their turns, to tyrants fall, Must, in, &c. Whilst thou shalt flourish, 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, More dreadful, &c. As the loud blast, that tears the skies, Serves but to root thy native oak. Rule, Britannia, &c.
Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame, All their attempts to bend thee down, All their, &c. Will but arouse, arouse they gen'rous flame, And work their woe, and thy renown. Rule, Britannia, &c.
To thee belongs the rural reign; Thy cities shall with commerce shine, Thy cities, &c. All thine shall be, shall be the subject main, And ev'ry shore it circles, thine. Rule, Britannia, &c.
The Muses, still with Freedom found, Shall to thy happy coast repair, Shall to, &c. Blest Isle! with beauties, with matchless beauties crown'd, Rule, Britannia, &c.