The Free Gardenersč Battle Song

To meet this day we all agree,
Wečre brothers bound anč brothers free,
Let love anč unity then be,
Our public name this morninč.

CHORUS: Hey Bonaparte are ye wakinč yet,
           Or are your drums a beatinč yet?
        Invade us now when ye think fit,
           Anč wečll meet you any morninč.

Wič music fine anč garlands gay,
Our flags anč flowers we display,
Resolvčd to have a cheerfuč day,
Like brothers free this morninč.

For Bonaparte wičs army strong,
Is now encampinč round Boulogne,
But soon hečll find that he is wrong,
For wečll catch him there some morninč.

Come Bonaparte wič yečr deep laid plots,
Invadinč rafts anč strong gun boats,
Our British tars count them but moats,
Anč theyčll tow them hame some morninč.

When gardeners free do take the field,
They conquer shall, but never yield;
Each apron blue is a hero sealčd,
For victory any morninč.

Wič hedge bill, scythes anč garden shears,
If you come here wečll crop your ears,
Anč takč you captive wič three cheers,
Anč wečll have a joyful morninč.

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