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Till our British Muse
 * Did their lillies arouse;

And the diamonds came tumbling
 * From B Crown.

Our Militia, and others,
 * Now think on your brothers,

Your fathers and mothers,
 * Your children and wives;

Never neglect them,
 * But always respect them,

And honour will crown you
 * The rest of your lives.

Let the C-B- be jogging,
 * And go a stock-jobbing,

On a rough riding gelding,
 * Pray set him -stride,

On a Porchpine saddle,
 * His brains being able,

To the land of Peru.
 * Away let him ride.