Does haughty Gaul invasion threat,
  Then let the louns bewaure, Sir,
There 's Wooden Walls upon our seas,
  And Volunteers on shore, Sir:
The Nith shall run to Corsincon,
  And Criffell sink in Solway,
E'er we permit a Foreign Foe
  On British ground to rally.

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The wretch that would a Tyrant own,
  And the wretch, his true-sworn brother,
Who'd set the Mob above the Throne,
  May they be damn'd together!
Who will not sing, God Save The King,
  Shall hang as high 's the steeple;
But while we sing, God Save The King,
  We'll ne'er forget The People!
Fal de ral...