It seems this song has never been posted at Mudcat before, so we might as well do it now. This is copied from the National Library of Scotland web site—see the link above. There are other copies/versions at the Bodleian Library web site.


THE SONS OF ALBION.
AIR—" Britain's sons never were afraid."

Ye sons of Albion bind up your arms,
To quell the rebel band,
Who threaten us with false alarms,
To invade our native land;
For there's no rebel Frenchman sans galore,
Lords, Dukes of the tyrants of yore,
Can conquer the English, the Irish or Scotch,
Or land upon our shore.
Can conquer the English, the Irish or Scotch,
Or land upon our shore.

Deceitful Holland fears our yoke,
And so does faithless Spain;
But we, the British hearts of oak,
Will beat them back again.
The Emperor of the universe,
Bonaparte, he fain would be;
But we, the British hearts of oak,
Will keep old England free.
But we the British hearts of oak,
Will keep old England free.