Honor for the brave to share, Is the noblest booty; Guard the coast, protect the fair, For that’s a Briton’s duty. Charge the musket, &c. Beat the drums, the music sound, Manly and united; Danger face, maintain your ground, And see your country righted. Charge the musket, &c. CHESTER VOLUNTEERS. Tune--_There’s na Luck about the House._ And are ye sure the tale is true? Again the news relate, That Chester is to raise a corps To fight for king and state. Then let us fill a bumper full, To Scarborough’s noble thane, Who under his protection has The men of Chester ta’en. If Chester men are firm and true, And by each other stand, No foreign foe can venture then To stain our native land. But if they should assail our coast, Compell’d by want and need, When Chester banners are display’d, They’ll fly from hence with speed. Then let us fill, &c. In former times our Chester youths Their country’s foes expell’d; Whose conquering monarch, in those days, The crowns of Europe held: Should then the sons of France pretend With Chester Sons to vie, If they suppose they’re better men, E’en let them come and try. Then let us fill, &c. The king our noble father is, The queen our mother dear; The prince’s brothers soldiers are, Whom we shall here revere: Them we’ll defend with might and main, Against all sorts of foes; Should they command to fight like men, Or aim their treacherous blows. Then let us fill, &c. THE DURHAM VOLUNTEERS. Tune--_Anacreon in Heaven._ When Britannia her sons calls to aid her in arms, And fell war, with its horrors, our island does threat, The true British feeling each bosom that warms, Prompts away to the beach, the invader to meet. And along with the brave, Who their country will save, And whose only retreat is a glorious grave. See each son of Dunelm, and the old winding Wear, The patriot, the loyal, the brave Volunteer. Let the foes of old England unite to enslave Her free bands, from whose fury so oft they have fled; We’ll prove, by their ruin who escape the wild wave, We can fight like our sires, who at Agincourt bled; Their great deeds we’ll review, And example pursue, And prove we’ve the blood of the same race so true. Determined to save what than life is more dear, Our country, our laws, march each brave Volunteer. Vain boasting Monsieur always lower’d his proud flag, Whenever he met our bold tars on the sea; And of conquest on shore let the Corsican brag; Here the length of their graves their sole conquest shall be! Let them vapour and threat, Boast their armies so great, Old England united can never be beat: This often prov’d fact each loyal heart cheers, Of their country’s best guardians, her brave Volunteers.