CHILDREN OF
DISCORD.
As sung at Sadler's Wells.

Tune--Heart of Oak.

Printed and Sold by J. Pitts, 14, Great St.
Andrew Street, Seven Dias.

SINCE the children of discord still urge
the campaign,
And provoke angry Europe to meet them
again.
Tis an honour to Britain that laft in the fray
They are firft in renown on this glorious day.

CHORUS.

Then you bold British hearts to your stand-
ard be true,
Lead onward to glory,
The path lies before ye,
For the sons of proud Gallia knock under
to you.

On the wide plains of Flanders where
Marlbro' fought.
Whence the fame of our arms was so glori-
ously brought.
Once more fand our soldiers in martial array
And the French once again hear a British
huzza!

See the fuppliant foe, but 'tis glory to spare,
Revenge will but tarnish the laurels you
wear.
Our commander's a Briton, humane as he's
brave,
And when Englishmen conquer, they con-
quer to fave,