Verse 1
Why boastest Thou thy baleful power,
Agent of Satan for an hour?
As Senates must thy Nod obey,
And Kings be subject to thy sway;

Verse 2
As all the high-born slaves of vice
Were sworn with Thee to fall or rise,
As all the nation’s Scum were join’d,
T’ exalt the Vilest of mankind.

Verse 3
Use them a while thy hopes to crown,
And turn thy Country upside down,
Rais’d up in these flagitious times
To scourge us by thy bolder crimes.

Verse 4
Eat drink and play, and take thine ease,
The wealth of Asian Plunderers seize,
Seize as thy own the Public Store
And waste it all, and grasp for more.

Verse 5
Supporter of rebellion’s cause,
Go, trample on our rights and laws,
Our King degrade, our Prince pervert,
And mould him after thy own heart.

Verse 6
Prosperous in ill, at nothing stop,
Make haste to fill thy measure up,
Thy powers exert, thy talents show,
As far as human guilt can go.

Verse 7
Thy Ethiop-Soul, as black as night,
May reach ambition’s utmost height,
Defy thy foes to pluck thee thence,
And laugh at sleeping Providence.

Verse 8
Yet shall thy jaws the Bridle feel,
Thy nose the Hook invisible,
Yet are thy fatal limits set,
And Vengeance holds thee in its Net.

Verse 9
Thy deed shall soon in judgments rise
Thy treasons and conspiracies,
And sad America, o’erflow’d,
With torrents of fraternal blood.

Verse 10
Thy deeds can never be forgot,
Thy sure destruction slumbers not;
The day shall suddenly reveal,
Thy League with Death—and France and Hell.

Verse 11
Hell from beneath is moved to meet
Thy soul in wickedness compleat,
Thy sinful Excellence to own,
Most worthy of a burning throne.

Verse 12
Thy guilt and merits infinite
Lay claim to the Sulphureous pit
Keep up the flame with fresh supplies,
And feed the worm that never dies.