Ye brave honest subjects who dare to be loyal,
And have stood the brunt of every trial,
Of hunting shirts and rifle guns;
Come listen awhile and I'll tell you a song;
I'll show you those Yankees are all in the wrong,
Who, with blustering look and most awkward gait,
'Against their lawful sovereign dare for to prate,
With their hunting shirts and rifle guns.


The arch-rebels, barefooted tatterdemalions,
In baseness exceed all other rebellions,
With their hunting shirts and rifle guns:
To rend the empire, the most infamous lies,
Their mock-patriot Congress, do always devise;
Independence, like the first rebels, they claim,
But their plots will be damned in the annals of fame,
With their hunting shirts and rifle guns.
Forgetting the mercies of Great Britain's King,
Who saved their forefathers' necks from the string,
With hunting shirts and rifle guns,
They renounce all allegiance and take up their arms,
Assemble together like hornets in swarms,
So dirty their backs, and so wretched their show,
That carrion-crow follows wherever they go,
With their hunting shirts and rifle guns.



With loud peels of laughter, your sides, sirs, would crack,
To see General Convict and Colonel Shoe-Black,
With their hunting shirts and rifle-guns.
See cobblers and quacks, rebel priests and the like,
Pettifoggers and barbers, with sword and with pike,
All strutting the standard of Satan beside,
And honest names using, their black deeds to hide,
With their hunting shirts and rifle guns.
This perjured banditti, now ruin this land,
And o'er its poor people claim lawless command,
With there hunting shirts and rifle guns.
Their pasteboard dollars prove a common curse,
They don't chink like silver and gold in our purse,
With nothing their leaders have paid their debts off,
Their honor's, dishonor, and justice they scoff,
With their hunting shirts and rifle guns.
For one lawful ruler, many tyrants we've got,
Who force young and old to their wars, to be shot,
With their hunting shirts and rifle guns.
Our good King, God speed him! Never used men so,
We then could speak, act, and like freemen could go,
But committees enslave us, our liberty's gone,
Our trade and church murdered; our country's undone,
By hunting shirts and rifle guns.
Come take up your glasses, each true loyal heart,
And may every rebel meet his due desert,
With his hunting shirt and rifle gun.
May Congress, Conventions, those damned inquisitions,
Be fed with hot sculpture from Lucifer's kitchens,
May commerce and peace again be restored,
And Americans own their true sovereign lord.
Then oblivion to shirts and rifle guns.
GOD SAVE THE KING!
You brave honest people how dare to be loyal, and have stood the stands of every trial, with hunting shirts and rifle guns. Come and listen and I will sing a song. I will show you those Yankees are all wrong with blustering looks and most weird ways to walk, against their awful King and Queen dare to take in an awful way, with their hunting shirts and rifle guns.



Those colonists that went ageist our king and those hobos that were hunting shirts, the congress how were pretending to be loyal to our King, and the congress how plot lies, but their plots will be doomed, in the records of fame, with hunting shirts and rifle guns.





Their forgetting about the second chance of great Britain King and Queen, who saved their ancestors' necks from hang strings, with hunting shirts and rifle guns, they renounced all loyalty and take up their arms.
Colonists assemble together to attack us, they were so dirty they were pitch black, and so unhappy people, and Europeans crows go were ever they go, with their hunting shirts and rifle guns.



With lots of laughter your sides, sir, would crack, to see general convict and colonel shoe black, with their hunting shirts and rifle guns.



See shoe maker and a untrained person how pretends to have knowledge pettifoggers and barbers, with swords and pike, all strutting the standard of Satan beside, and honest names using, their black deeds to hide, with their hunting shirts and rifle guns.


For one lawful ruler, many rulers we've got, Who force young and old people to their wars, to be shot With their hunting shirts and rifle guns. Our good King, God thanks him and never used men, We then could speak and act and like freemen could go, But committees enslave us and liberty's are gone, Our church and trade has been murdered our country's were undone, with hunting shirts and rifle guns.
Come take up your drinks, each of our true loyal heart, And everyone meets their doom, With his hunting shirt and rifle gun.
Our Congress, Conventions, and those damned inquisitions, and Been fed with hot chemicals from Lucifer's kitchens,
our commerce and peace again has restored, And Americans own their true sovereign lord. Then oblivion to shirts and rifle guns.
GOD SAVE THE KING!