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5 But better I ne'er did expect from the man;

Now I the poor turn-coat no farther will scan,

But leave the poor mortal to bear his disgrace,

In hopes that a better will soon fill his place;

But thanks to Lord Archibald, who always prov'd true,

And the good of his country kept still in his view.

But I trust the Prince Regent will yet interfere,

When he sees the nation against it so clear,

And ne'er give consent to this much hated law,

And make its abettors of him stand in awe,

And the constitution keep still on the base,

Which king William laid, while the world did gaze,

Admiring the structure as they past it by,

But never could reach to a summit so high.

This beautiful fabric let no man pull down,

That wields Britain's sceptre, or wears Britain's crown,

For it was rear'd up by much labour and pain,

And for it our forefathers bled on the plain.

Now may peace and plenty our country pervade,

And may we still flourish in all kinds of trade;