Beneath the mighty span of heaven,
And o'er the pathless water,
A voice was heard, a warning given
Of outrage and of slaughter!
To Britain's sons it call'd aloud,
'Arise! for none are braver;
Whilst Freedom die, will you stand by,
And not attempt to save her?

Yon crownèd foes of human kind
Have been in consultation,
How they might forge a chain, to bind
The noble Spanish nation.
And now the tyrant of the Gaul
Proclaims the battle gory;
And shall the conflict pass away,
And you not share the glory?