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ye ſons of Britain. mourn,

and, with bitter lamentation,

Join in plaintive ſtrains of grief,

For the mother of your nation:

For our loved Caroline

Now has paid the debt of nature,

And has left this dreary clime

For a world we hope much better.

Lament all hearts for her,

who was once ſo fair and blooming,

While in pomp they bear her train,

to the tomb ſo dark and gloomy,

Let her Royal Conſort George,

wail the grieving diſpenſation,

And be join'd with one accord,

by a loyal hearted nation.

Oh! how little ſhe would think

of the fate that was awaiting,

When ſhe landed on our ſhore,

and ſaluted Queen of Britain;