Here is another from the same source. The suggested tune is "Nature's Gay Day". What really impresses me is the confidence and sense of power. Exhilerating.

HAIL, NOBLE O'CONNOR

Britannia's sons, arise! Arise!
All your interests blend in one;
Nobly face your enemies,
Hurl injustice from its throne.
Freedom's banners now unfold,
Each determines to be free,
Imitate your sires of old
The contest is for Liberty

Hail, noble O'CONNOR our Chieftain we greet thee,
The foe to the tyrant, the friend to the slave,
The bold sons of toil in thousands will meet thee, And honour thy name as a Patriot brave.
We'll flock to thy standard, in voices of thunder,
Proclaim to the world that we yet will be free;
And tear from the tyrants their ill-gotten plunder,
Mid shouts of O'CONNOR and sweet Liberty

Now a mighty phalanx form
With the brave O'CONNOR join,
Firmly meet the impending storm,
For the Charter all combine.
Britain's sons with courage fight,
Each determined to be free,
Put the factions both to flight
The contest is for Liberty

Hark! 'tis the voice of a nation awaking,
And every effort to crush it is vain,
The Charter's the watch-word while tyrants are quaking,
The millions are bent upon breaking their chain;
Our banners are waving, each hurricane braving,
No danger can daunt us – we yet will be free,
The trumpet is sounding, each heart is rebounding
The Charter, O'CONNOR and sweet Liberty.

Britons, will ye still submit
To either whig or tory power?
Will ye cringe beneath their feet,
Or kneel their favours to implore?
No; let every Briton cry,
We determine to be free,
Or struggling for our Charter die,
The contest is for liberty.

All hail, glorious Patriot, hail noble O'CONNOR,
Soon will Hibernia join in the song,
And Cambria's bards tune their harps to thine honour,
While Scotia's deep glens the echoes prolong.
Swell, swell the loud chorus, long live our defender,
May tyrants fall prostrate and the millions be free;
The Charter's our motto – our cry "No Surrender"
Nine cheers for O'CONNOR and sweet Liberty.