Verse 1
Ye Pilots of the British state,
Why shoud ye spare the men ye hate,
Who long oppos’d your righteous plans
To crown the bold Americans,
And for their King unshaken stood
Against the frantic multitude.

Verse 2
The generous men who, on our side,
Th’ usurper’s lawless power defied,
Till spoil’d, abandon’d, and undone
To Britain they for refuge run,
Reward for their officious pains,
And send the rebels back in chains.

Verse 3
To make your character compleat,
The Loyal ye as rebels treat,
The Rebels ye as loyal own,
Subjects to France, or Washington,
And thus ye darkness put for light,
And right for wrong, and wrong for right.

Verse 4
Darkness and light as well agree
As You with friends to monarchy,
With men of constancy unmov’d,
Who faithful in the furnace prov’d,
And for their King and Country’s good
Spilt their last drop of British blood.

Verse 5
Deeply the sore affront ye feel
Upbraided by their loyal zeal,
Yet scorning with the man to fight
Who brought your Hero’s deeds to light,
On every loyalist ye fall,
And vow to sacrifice them all.

Verse 6
But God who o’re the heathen reigns
Your threats derides, your rage restrains,
And, suffer’d for a while, we know
Beyond your bounds ye cannot go,
Or your infernal schemes fulfil
In all the dire extreams of ill.

Verse 7
Your ill shall serve th’ Almighty’s ends,
Hastning the good which He intends,
Shall, spite of hell, prepare his way,
His glorious Majesty display,
The mystery divine fulfil,
And Jesus with his saints reveal.

Verse 8
Let earth be glad, the Lord is King,
Let Britain’s Isle rejoice and sing,
Rejoice to see the World submit,
And all his foes beneath his feet,
When every tongue shall Jesus own
Triumphant on his great white throne.