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Chorus.Charge the musket, point the lance,
brave the worst of dangers;
And tell the blust’ring—
charge the musket, point the lance,
Brave the worst of dangers;
and tell the blust’ring sons of France,
That we to fear are strangers,
Britain, whent he Lion’s rous’d,
and her flag is rearing,
Always finds her sons dispos’d,
To drub the foe that’s daring.
Charge the musket, &c.
Hearts of Oak with speed advance,
pour your naval thunder
On the trembling sons of France,
and hrike the world witst wonder.
Charge the musket, &c.
Honour for the brave to share,
is the noblest booty;
Guard your courts, protect the fair,
for that’s a Briton’s duty.
Charge the musket, &c.
Now since Spain to take their port,
Forms a base alliance,
All unite, and British hearts
May bid the world defiance.
Beat the drum, the trumpet found,
Manly and united.
Dangers face, maintain your ground,
And see your country righted.
FINIS.
J. Neilson, printer.
