A Loyal Song for the Tars of Old England

Tune: “Derry Down”

COME cheer up my boys, though the times are thought bad,
Though Pitt’s at the Helm, and the Nation stark mad;
Yet since the War is declar’d as sure as a gun,
When we meet with Messieurs, we shall have some rare fun.

Derry down &c.

Some fools they complain of Tythes and Taxation,
Addressers have shewn they’re good for the nation;
That the first are just Rights, the Church has decreed,
And if War we must have, our coffers must bleed.

Derry down &c.

As for honest John Bull, we may banish our fears,
His sharp Horns are cut off and likewise his Ears;
From his anger we then have nothing to dread,
He’ll bear what you will from his tail to his Head,

Derry down &c.

The French in their Councils, expressly declare,
No concern will they have in an Offensive war;
But our Senate by number their arguments face,
And forbid us to trust such an infamous race.

Derry down &c.

The Dutch, who by treaty, might now our aid claim,
By their silence have shewn, War is not their Aim;
But in Slaughter and Bloodshed, we take such delight,
That in spite of their teeth we swear they shall fight,

Derry down &c.

As for what we may gain, or lose on this score,
Such as Commerce and Trade and twenty things more;
Our Rulers don’t wish us to think of such things,
Tis enough if we fight for CHURCH, LORDS and KINGS,

Derry down &c.


Printed in the Sheffield Register No. 303, 23 March 1793 (currently held in Sheffield University Library Special Collections)

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