Witness, ye sons of tyranny's black womb,

And see his Excellence victorious come!

Serene, majestic, see he gains the field!

His heart is tender, while his arms are steel'd.

Intent on virtue, and her cause so fair,

Now treats his captive with a parent's care!

Greatness of soul his ev'ry action shows,

Thus virtue from coelestial bounty flows.

Our GEORGE, by heav'n, destin'd to command,

Now strikes the British yoke with prosp'rous hand.