Instead Of A Song, Boys, I'll Give You A Toast, Here'S The Memory Of Those On The Twelfth That We Lost! That We Lost, Did I Say? Nay, By Heav'N, That We Found; For Their Fame It Shall Last While The World Goes Round. The Next In Succession, I'll Give You, The King! Whoe'Er Would Betray Him, On High May He Swing; And Here'S The Grand Fabric, Our Free Constitution, As Built On The Base Of The Great Revolution; And Longer With Politics Not To Be Cramm'D, Be Anarchy Curs'D, And Be Tyranny Damn'D; And Who Would To Liberty E'Er Prove Disloyal, May His Son Be A Hangman, And He His First Trial.