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A NEW SONG.
Armed with hammers, axe and chisels, Weapons new for warlike deed,
Towards the herbage-freighted vessels, They approached with dreadful speed.
O'er their heads aloft in mid-sky, Three bright angel forms were seen;
This was Hampden, that was Sidney, With fair Liberty between.
" Soon," they cried, " your foes you'll banish Soon the triumph shall be won; Scarce shall setting Phoebus vanish, Ere the deathless deed be done." l
Quick as thought the ships were boarded, Hatches burst and chests displayed;
Axes, hammers help afforded;
What a glorious crash they made.
Squash into the deep descended, Cursed weed of China's coast;
Thus at once our fears were ended ; British rights shall ne'er be lost.