The New Hampshire Gazette

A Cheer for Soldiers and Sailors.

Humbly addressed to his Royal Highness Prince Edward, the Rising Protector of the British Navy:

and to be sung or said on board all his Majesty's Ships, Transports, &c. going to the Coast of France.

COME, come, my lads, away to France,

Let's shew the French an English dance;

Convince them that we dare to die,

And in the field of honour lie:

Rather than slaves to them become,

And truckle to the Whore of Rome.

Courage, my boys; up to the foe

(The French are our inveterate foes)

Of those that dare your passage stay,

Or in the least obstruct your way

To Paris gates, that ancient town,

Sworn to obey the Whore of Rome.

Not life, but liberty we prize;

And so does ev'ry man that's wise:

So good a cause God will protect,

And save those lives which we neglect;

To abate the pride, and to pull down

The haughty sons of purple Rome.

Or should we die a sacrifice

T' our country's laws and liberties,

The shortest cut to Heaven we've found.

Where lasting pleasures do abound;

Not to be touch'd or tasted by

The Gaul of Austrian Romish fry.