Here's a health to the man who is honest and free,
Whose principles public and private agree,
Whose conduct, no factious proceedings deform,
Collected alike in the sunshine and storm.
Who called by our Sovereign his councils to guide,
Has the skill or in war, or in peace to preside;
And when Treason parades in the guise of Reform,
The danger detects, and disperses the storm.
When Fame shall emblazon the deeds of our isle,
And record the exploits of the Ganges and Nile,
To the theme of our song she'll her duty perform,
"Whose wisdom and vigour directed the storm."
Let the roof with a chorus of gratitude ring,
To the Friend of the State, of his Country, and King;
The Friend of his friends without fashion or form,
The Friend of the Pilot who weathered the storm.