| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| I hate that drum's discordant sound |
30 |
2 |
| God save---"The Rights of Man" |
39-40 |
8 |
| Ye vile swinish herd, in the sty of taxation |
41-43 |
12 |
| Apostate! give over your eloquence pray! |
43-45 |
12 |
| Farewell to Scotland's barren ground |
46-47 |
8 |
| Pride of the nation is Sweet Willy O!, The |
47-48 |
10 |
| When first the great Senate of Frenchmen agreed |
49-50 |
8 |
| I saw, but O I surely dream'd |
52-53 |
14 |
| Our fathers left a race of Kings |
54 |
3 |
| They prosper best who have no king |
54-57 |
25 |
| He comes---the great Reformer comes |
58 |
2 |
| Proud Monarchs rais'd to wear a crow[n] |
59 |
4 |
| Come let us prepare |
60-62 |
11 |
| Break out in lamentation |
62-63 |
4 |
| What meant our consternation? |
64-65 |
6 |
| Ye Britons no longer inactive remain |
66 |
4 |
| Rights of Man I will maintain, The |
67-68 |
8 |
| Ye sons of France, awake to glory |
68-70 |
4 |
| Unfold, Father Time, thy long records unfold |
70-71 |
3 |
| Hail! great Republic of the world |
71-72 |
6 |