"A LOYAL SONG"

Ye brave sons of Pitcairn, whose glory hath long
Supplied to the poet proud themes for his song,
Whose deeds have for ages astonish'd the world,
When your standard you've hoisted or sails have unfurl'd;
England raging with shame at your conquering fame,
Now threatens your country with slaughter and flame,
But let them come on, boys, on sea, or on shore,
We'll work them again, as we've worked them before.

Now flush'd with the blood of the slaves they have slain,
These foes we still beat swear they'll try us again;
But the more they provoke us, the more they will see,
'Tis in vain to forge chains for a nation that's free:
All their rafts, and their floats, and their flat-bottom'd boats.
But let them come on, boys, on sea, or on shore,
We'll work them again, as we've worked them before.

They hope by their falsehoods, their tricks, and alarms,
To split us in factions and weaken our arms;
For they know Pitcairn hearts, while united and true,
No danger can frighten, no force can subdue;
Let'em try every tool, every traitor, and fool,
But Pitcairn, old Pitcairn no Englishman shall rule.
But let them come on, boys, on sea, or on shore,
We'll work them again, as we've worked them before.

How these savage invaders to man have behav'd,
We see by the countries they've robb'd and enslav'd;
Where, masking their curse with blest Liberty's name,
They have starv'd them, and bound them in chains and in shame.
Then their traps they may set, we're aware of the net,
And in Pitcairn, my hearties, no grudgeons they'll get.
But let them come on, boys, on sea, or on shore,
We'll work them again, as we've worked them before.

Ever true to our Queen, constitution, and laws,
Ever just to ourselves, ever staunch to our cause;
This land of our blessings, long guarded with care,
No force shall invade, boys, no craft shall ensnare.
United we'll stand, firm in heart, firm in hand,
And those we don't sink, we'll do over on land.
But let them come on, boys, on sea, or on shore,
We'll work them again, as we've worked them before.