Verse 1
T’ insure success infallible,
They sent their Party’s Chiefs to quel[l]
Their own most dear allies,
With Fifty thousand Veterans brave,
To conquer, reconcile, and save
Their feeble enemies.

Verse 2
But not to conquer or suppress,
Not to restore the public peace,
Was the Commander’s care,
Not to revenge his Country’s wrong,
But by a thousand arts prolong
The ruinous, gainful, war.

Verse 3
With ease the Rebels he o’rethrew,
And rais’d; and routed them anew;
And took; and let them go:
Pitied, when at his feet they lay,
And scorn’d to seize his helpless prey,
Or give the final blow.

Verse 4
But did he spare a Rival Chief,
Or yield a British host relief?
Deaf to his King’s commands,
Refusing his decisive aid,
He left his Countrymen betray’d
To the rebellious bands.

Verse 5
Averse from us our King who lov’d,
He angrily repuls’d, reprov’d,
And from his presence cast,
Forbad us force with force t’ oppose,
And favour’d our revengeful foes,
And spar’d from first to last.

Verse 6
Witness the victories he gain’d,
But stopt — and unconcern’d remain’d,
To let the vanquish’d breathe,
(Whene’er they gave up all for lost)
And recollect their scatter’d host,
So oft redeem’d from death.

Verse 7
“Why shoud he crush the hutted Few,
“The famish’d sick to death pursue,
“Or their Commander seize,
“To give their Cause a mortal wound,
“His patriotic friends confound,
“And his proud Rivals please?[”]

Verse 8
Concluding worst than he began,
Fulfilling his pacific plan,
He set the rabble free,
Their towns and provinces restored,
And left us to the yoke, or sword
Or lawless Tyranny.

Verse 9
One only task was yet behind,
T’ adorn a Chief, so brave, so kind
His prostrate foes to spare,
While Beauty’s charms compleat his bliss,
And lawrel’d hosts with shouts dismiss
The Thunderbolt of war.

Verse 10
The Triumph he himself decreed
Let fame thro’ every nation spread,
And praise what he hath done,
“His Country sunk, his Party rais’d,
“Unking’d his humbl’d King, and plac’d
“Rebellion on the throne.”