Vain Britons, boast no longer, with proud indignity,
By land your conquering legions, your matchless strength by sea;
Since we, your braver sons in truth, our swords have girded on,
Huzza! huzza! huzza! huzza! for war and Washington.
Urged on by North and vengeance, your valiant champions come,
Loud bellowing, tea and treason, and George was all your theme;
But, sacrilegious as it seems, we rebels still live on,
And laugh at all your empty puffs, huzza for Washington!
Still deaf to mild entreaty, still blind to England's good,
You have, for thirty pieces, sold your country's blood;
Like Æsop's greedy cur, you'll find a shadow for your bone,
You'll find no fearless shades indeed, inspired by Washington.
Mysterious, unexampled, incomprehensible,
The blundering schemes of Britain, your folly, pride, and zeal;
Like lions though you growl and fight, mere asses you have shown,
Then you shall share the asses' fate, and drudge for Washington.
Should George, to succor Britain, to foreign realms apply,
And madly arm half Europe, yet still we would defy
