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 4 No! round the Alter of our Land, Link'd in one soult the British Bard, Shall firm in sacred Union stand, And George and Britain save.

Though Moral Order sink to the ground. Though all the Virtues trodden lie Though Fury tear the nations round, And Blood and Rapine fill each eye; Ne'er shall the Storm here turn his flight, While British hearts at home unite To gaide our thought, to guard our rights And George and Britain save.

O happy Isle ! wise order'd State ; Well-temper'd work of Freedom's hand; No shock of realms can touch thy Fate If Union binds thy Sae-girt Land: Vainly the storm shall round thee ring. While Britain’s Sons in concord sing, “ We’ll shield our country guard our King, "And George and Britain save."

THE PLOWMAN’S DITTY. Becaase I'm but poor, And slendor my store,