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Rise, Britons, rise, if manhood be not dead; / The world's last tempest darkens overhead; / The Pope has bless'd him; / The Church caress'd him; / He triumphs; maybe, we shall stand alone: / Britons, guard your own.
His ruthless host is bought with plunder'd gold, / By lying priest's the peasant's votes controlled. / All freedom vanish'd, / The true men banished, / He triumphs; maybe, we shall stand alone. / Britons, guard your own.