The Briton's Alphabet

A stands for Albion, the Queen of the Main; B for the Britons she boasts in her train C for the Consul invasion who drums; And D for the drubbing he'll get when he comes. E stands for the Ensign of Britain unfurl'd, And F for her Fleets, which defy all the world; Next G both for Granville and Gun-boats will tell, And H for the Heroes who pepper'd 'em well. I stands for Invasion, that won't stand at all, K stands for the King, who stands up for us all; L for Liberty stands, and our King will defend it From M that's the Murd'rer of Jaffa, who'd end it. N is NELSON, of whom our foes sadly complain, O is Ocean, where often he'll beat 'em again; P our Press, at whose freedom friend BONY looks grim, But attacking it, Q's a Quietus for him. R means our Roast-Beef, which no Frenchman shall touch, And S is Sir SIDNEY, who'll shew 'em as much; As our Tars and their Triumphs, T nobly appears, While V stands as glorious for brave Volunteers. As our Wooden Walls, W may claim some renown, Which our foes, to invade us, must climb or knock down; Then X, Y, and Z, means my song's at an end, As all Frenchmen will soon be, to land who pretend.