Here's the start
>I sing the Briton, and his Generous Arms,
>Who, Vers'd in Suffrings, and the Rude Alarms
>Of War, Reluctant left his Native Soil
>And undißmay'd ßußtain'd Inceßßent Toil,
>Till led by Heav'n propitious. he return'd
>To bleßs the Ißle, which long his Abßence mourn'd:
>To Reinthrone fair Liberty, and break
>The Saxon Yoke, that gall'd Britannia's Neck.
>Tell, Heav'nly Muße, what made th' Infernal King
>Employ his Arts, and all his Forces bring
>The Valiant Briton's Triumphs to oppoße,
>Afflict his Friends, and aid his Cruel Foes:
>Tell, why the Rebel Powers did all combine
>To ßtop his Glory's Courße and blaßt his Great Deßign.

>>25200746
It probably sucks

>>25202680
oh dang.