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Thee, haughty tyrants ne'er (hall tame, All their attempts to bend thee down, All their, &c.

Will but aroufe, aroufe thy generous flame, And work their woe, and thy renown.

Rule, Britannia, &c.

To thee belongs the rural reign,

Thy cities fhall with commerce iliine, Thy cities, &c.

And thine mall be, fhall be the fubjeft main,

And every fhore it circles thine.

Rule, Britannia, &c.

The mufes ftill with freedom found, Shall to thy happy coaft repair, Shall to, &c. Bleft ifle ! with beauties, with matchlefs beauties

crown'd, And manly hearts to guard the fair.

Rule, Britannia, &c.

��GOD SAVE THE KING.

GOD fave great George our King, Long live our noble King, God fave the King ! Send him victorious, Happy and glorious, Long to reign over us, God fave the King.

O Lord our God, arife, Scatter his enemies,

And make them fall.

Confound

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