This text comes from Sons of the Tyne's Garland, a historical songbook transcribed on Wikisource and reproduced from the pinned revision linked below.
Attend to my summons, ye British Elector
'Tis Freedom announces your instant Support
No longer your confidence place in Protectors,
Who pillage your Rights, and of Laws make a ⟨Sport⟩
Britannia demands, your Hearts and your Hands,
Away to asist her, the cause is divine,
Come see
Freedom and Liberty
Nobly exerting the Sons of the Tyne.
'T was Liberty gave us our Commerce and Tressure
She taught us to cultivate Science and Mirth,
To patronize Learning and social Pleasure,
To lighten the Heart, and give Jollity birth:
Come, come Britons all, 'tis Liberty's call,
Away with all speed to her sacred shrine:
Come see
Freedom and Liberty
Nobly exerting the Sons of the Tyne.
With Freedom all Nations we hold in defiance,
The Glory of Britain o'er Earth she has hurl'd;
And Monrachs despotic, now court our alliance,
The terror of States, and the pride of the World
Long, long on our Isle, may Liberty smile,
And bless us with Brunswick's illustrious Line.
Come see
Freedom and Liberty
Nobly exerting the Sons of the Tyne.
Be happy ye Fair Ones, whom Freedom has given,
The virtue and spirit her cause maintain,
Whose Raiment o'er vies with the Mantle of Heaven
When Phœbus unclouded, just starts from the Main
To guard Love and Beauty, we make it our duty,
To aid their Felicity, ever combine:
Come see
Daughters of Liberty
Greeting with rapture the Sons of the Tyne.