When B[ute] and his Faction had ravag’d the Land,
And Old English Liberty hardly could stand,
Then WILKES, the TRUE CHAMPION of FREEDOM, arose,
Determin’d to combat his Country’s dread Foes.
Derry down, &c.

Notwithstanding their Power, their Craft, and their Spite,
Their Turning and Winding to prove Wrong was Right,
For his Country’s Good still resolv’d to proceed,
He defy’d the bare Bums that came wigging from Tweed.
Derry down, &c.

When they found him so staunch in his Country’s Cause,
To each one explaining the Sense of our Laws,
They rav’d, and they rag’d, and they made a great Pother,
And star’d, like Jack Puddings, each one at the other.
Derry down, &c.

Strait a Party was formed by SAWNEY the Scot;
By St. Andrew they swore, that WILKES should go to pot;
Yet, in spite of their Malice and d[amn]’d Combination,
He his Honour maintained to all their Vexation.
Derry down, &c.

D[EA]N, M[ARTI]N and K[EPPE]L, the Scum of the Nation,
By Perjury, Fraud, and by Assassination,
With a B[isho]p, a J[u]dge, fully bent on his Fall,
Got England’s Friend banish’d for—nothing at all.
Derry down, &c.

Britannia was sad when she heard of his Fate,
And LIBERTY groan’d at her wofull Estate:
In vain did they groan, and in vain did they sigh,
In vain was their Sorrow, for WILKES was not by.
Derry down, &c.

At last he’s return’d to his own native Isle,
And the Genius of Britain comes forth with a Smile:
FREEDOM lifts up her Head, crown’d with Laurels again;
For WILKES, she is sure, will her Honour maintain.
Derry down, &c.

Ye Livery of London, mind what you’re about;
Think who should be in, and who should be out:
On your Choice now your City, your Charter depend;
And WILKES is the Man will your Freedom defend.
Derry down, &c.