"May all English Lads, like you, Boys, / Prove on Shore true Hearts of Gold; / To their King and Country true"
— Phillips, Edward (b. 1708/9)
Author
Place of Publication
London
Publisher
Printed for J. Watts [etc.]
Date
1739
Metaphor
"May all English Lads, like you, Boys, / Prove on Shore true Hearts of Gold; / To their King and Country true"
Metaphor in Context
AIR VIII.
Come, my Lads, with Souls befitting,
Let us never be dismay'd,
Let's avenge the Wrongs of Britain,
And support her injur'd Trade.
The true Spirit of the Nation
In our honest Hearts we bring;
True, tho' in an humble Station,
To our Country, and our King.
The true Spirit, &c.
Spain no longer shall assume, Boys,
The free Ocean as her own,
For the Time at last is come, Boys,
We'll their Topsails lower down.
Tho' in Politicks contesting,
Round, and round, they veer about;
All their Shifts and Manifesting,
We will with our Broad-sides rout.
Tho' in, &c.
On our Naval Strength depending,
Let us steer old England's Course,
When affronted, Vengeance sending,
Shew the World old England's Force.
Then loud Peals of British Thunder,
Rattling on each hostile Shore,
Shall make haughty Dons knock under,
Nor shall dare insult us more.
Then loud Peals, &c.
May all English Lads, like you, Boys,
Prove on Shore true Hearts of Gold;
To their King and Country true, Boys,
And be neither bought or sold.
Let the Landmen, without Party,
Act like Brethren of the Flood;
To one Cause alone be hearty,
And be that for Britain's Good.
Let the Landmen, &c.
Then thro' all the mighty Ocean,
The English Cross shall Honour find,
Far as Wave can feel a Motion,
Far as Flag can move with Wind:
Then insulting Monarchs, shewing
More Regard, shall humbler be;
This old Truth of Britons knowing,
As they're brave, they will be free.
Then insulting, &c.
Come, my Lads, with Souls befitting,
Let us never be dismay'd,
Let's avenge the Wrongs of Britain,
And support her injur'd Trade.
The true Spirit of the Nation
In our honest Hearts we bring;
True, tho' in an humble Station,
To our Country, and our King.
The true Spirit, &c.
Spain no longer shall assume, Boys,
The free Ocean as her own,
For the Time at last is come, Boys,
We'll their Topsails lower down.
Tho' in Politicks contesting,
Round, and round, they veer about;
All their Shifts and Manifesting,
We will with our Broad-sides rout.
Tho' in, &c.
On our Naval Strength depending,
Let us steer old England's Course,
When affronted, Vengeance sending,
Shew the World old England's Force.
Then loud Peals of British Thunder,
Rattling on each hostile Shore,
Shall make haughty Dons knock under,
Nor shall dare insult us more.
Then loud Peals, &c.
May all English Lads, like you, Boys,
Prove on Shore true Hearts of Gold;
To their King and Country true, Boys,
And be neither bought or sold.
Let the Landmen, without Party,
Act like Brethren of the Flood;
To one Cause alone be hearty,
And be that for Britain's Good.
Let the Landmen, &c.
Then thro' all the mighty Ocean,
The English Cross shall Honour find,
Far as Wave can feel a Motion,
Far as Flag can move with Wind:
Then insulting Monarchs, shewing
More Regard, shall humbler be;
This old Truth of Britons knowing,
As they're brave, they will be free.
Then insulting, &c.
Categories
Provenance
Searching "heart" and "gold" in HDIS (Drama)
Theme
Dualism
Date of Entry
05/25/2005
