Instead of a song, boys, I'll give you a toast:
Here's the Mem'ry of those on the Twelfth that we lost! -
We lost, did I say? - No, by Heav'n, that we found!
For their fame it shall live while the world goes round.
The next in succession I'll give you: the King!
And who would betray him, on high may he swing!
And here's the grand fabric, our Free Constitution
As built on the base of the great Revolution!
And, longer with Politics not to be cramm'd,
Be Anarchy curs'd, and be Tyranny damn'd!
And who would to Liberty e'er prove disloyal,
May his son be a hangman - and he his first trial!

Instead of a song, boys, I will give you a toast:
Here is the Memory of those on the Twelfth that we lost! -
We lost, did I say? - No, by Heaven, that we found!
For their fame it shall live while the world goes round.
The next in succession I will give you: the King!
And who would betray him, on high may he swing!
And here's the grand fabric, our Free Constitution
As built on the base of the great Revolution!
And, longer with Politics not to be crammed,
Be Anarchy cursed, and be Tyranny damned!
And who would to Liberty ever prove disloyal,
May his son be a hangman - and he his first trial!