MAWBEY! 'tis not the venal pen, Or frowns of ministerial men, Can thy repose controul; Not all Administration's train Of scribblers, scurrilous ad vain, Affect the free-born soul.
Bad is the cause that needs such aid— Corruption, of the light affraid, By instinct loves the dark; But Virtue, glorious as the beam That gilds the morn, shall prove supreme, And malice miss her mark.
Now wake, ye Britons, rouze, for shame! Hold sacred ev'ry patriot's name; 'Tis god-like to be free: Born to retrieve a sinking land, Still to thy motto, MAWBEY, stand "ALWAYS FOR LIBERTY."
