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That the heart's warmest throb, or affection's fond tear Are as naught to four hundred and fifty a year; Through the ocean of life no fond couple can steer, Save the freight is four hundred and fifty a year.

Now I rather imagine a woman's heart dear, That is bought by four hundred and fifty a year; Possessors of incomes, I pray you don't see her, Or God help your four hundred and fifty a year.

Yet, faith! I'll be candid, take courage; draw near— She's well worth four hundred and fifty a year; I love her myself, but I cannot tell where To get hold of four hundred and fifty a year.

So my chance is over, as things now appear, And all through four hundred and fifty a year! Still heaven await her; tho' mind you, up there They heed not four hundreds and fifties a year!



when in Freedom’s cause England’s bright Sword she draws,
 * O grant Thine aid;

On each dread battle field Make her proud foemen yield; Be thou her help and shield:
 * God save the Queen.