A SONG

WRITTEN AT THE REQUEST OF THE WESTMINSTER VOLUNTEER CAVALRY .

SET TO MUSIC BY MR. KELLY .

United in a noble cause,
We draw the sword to guard the laws,
And scorn ignoble fears;
Treason shall sculk within her cell,
And anarchy, the fiend of hell,
Shall dread the volunteers!

CHORUS .

Then pass the bottle in the ring,
You know it cannot stand;
Let's drink our Sov'reign Lord — the King!
And the happy British Land!

Wherever honour calls we'll go,
And should our false invet'rate foe
Ere tread on British ground;
We'll muster near great George's throne,
And making Brunswick's cause our own,
Charge — at the bugle's sound!
Then pass the bottle, &c.

Who lives, shall live to honour dear,
Who dies, shall have a nation's tear,
A tribute to his grave;
Where this incription shall be read,
" The patriot for his country bled,
" And died his King to save!"
Then pass the bottle, &c,

And when the toils of war are pass'd,
When peace has hush'd the trumpet's blast,
And sheath'd the avenging sword;
Creative fancy shall entwine
The laurel with the gen'rous vine,
To deck our social board.

CHORUS .

Then pass the bottle in the ring,
You know it cannot stand;
Let's drink our Sovereign Lord — the King!
And the happy British Land!