Come if you dare

Come if you dare, our trumpets sound
Come if you dare, the foes rebound
We come, says the double beat of the thund'ring drum

Now they change on amain
Now they rally again;
The Gods from above the mad labor behold
And pity mankind that will perish for gold

The fainting Saxons quit the ground
The trumpets languish in the sound
They fly! Victoria! the bold Britons cry

Now the victory's won
To plunder we run;
We return to our lasses, like fortunate traders
Triumphant with spoils of our vanquish'd invaders