Six excellant (sic) new songs (1)/The Hero Comes

by Anonymous

THE HERO COMES.

He comes, the hero comes,
Sound, sound your trumpets; beat, beat your drums
From port to port let cannons roar,
He's welcome to the British shore,
Welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome,
Welcome to the British shore.

Prepare, prepare, your song prepare,
Loudly, loudly, rend the echoing air;
From pole, to pole your joys resound,
For virtue is with glory crown'd.
Virtue, virtue, virtue, virtue,
Virtue is with glory crown'd.

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