Come Elliott, come, the trump resounds!
Receive your well-carn'd praise;
Whose name Britannia's foes confounds,
And deeds—the world amaze!

Superior to each pow'r combin'd,
Brave soldier, leave thy rock;
Wast, wast him home, propitious wind!
Whose soul no fears could shock.

Come, Elliott, come! Bellona sighs!
And waits to crown her son;
Come! valiant hero, Honour cries,
Thy glorious task is done!

Your bold atchievements princes saw
With wonder—and admir'd!
Thy thunder struck their souls with awe,
And even foes inspir'd.

With you they dar'd—but dar'd in vain,
For victory they strove;
'Twas Elliott's task the prize to gain—
'Twas granted him above.