AN HEALTH TO CALEDONIA,  
To the Tune of Marin's Trumpet Air.  

LEt CALEDONIA's Health go round  
With Martial Drum and Trumpets Sound,  
And that we may with Joy abound  
Let each man drink his Bowl.  
Confusion to all Villainy,  
All Success to our Colony;  
Caledonia, Caledonia!   

And may all dastard Knaves  
Who grumble at their country's Glory,  
ere be Damned in future Story,  
Hated alike by Whig and Tory,  
And live eternal Slaves.   

2.  
TO all dare boldly hold their Faces,  
Spite of Pensions and of Places,  
Spite of Threatening and Disgraces:  
Will ne'er bow nor bend.  
To all who will themselves oppose  
'Gainst Foreign and Domestic Foes,  
Caledonia, Caledonia!   

As worthy Patriots.  
May those who follow other Measures  
Either Greatness or rich Pleasures:  
Be ever balked of Pelf and Treasures,  
reckoned Rogues and Sots.   
FINIS.