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Confound their politics, Fruftrate their knavifh tricks ! On him our hearts are fix'd, O, faveusall.

Thy choiceft gifts in ftore On him be pleafed to pour,

Long may he reign ! May he defend our laws,. And ever give us caufe, To fmg with heart and voice,

God fave the King !

��THE ROYAL SAILOR.

npHE foes of Old England, France, Holland, and JL Spain,

Made bold by indulgence, infulted the main ; The flag of defiance together unfurl'd, And at England, Old England, their vengeance they

huri'd :

When Neptune arofe from his wat'ry throne, In coral clad fuit he moft beautiful fhone ; He call'd for his Tritons, and bid them repair To the court of Great George, for young William

was there.

He's royal, he's noble and choien by me, This ifle to protect, and reiga prince of the fea.

O'erjoy'd at the meilage, the youth rear'd Ids head, I'll light like a prince, were the words that he faid ; The caufe of my country I'll boldly efpoufe, To the fea I am wedded, and give her my vows :

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