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( 8 Religion or Laws the vile Jacobins own,

Their God they deny—their King they've pull'd down;

To gain their own ends the people they cheat,

Then leave them too not a morſel to eat!

Their trade is all gone—there is none now to buy,

The rich are all baniſh'd—the poor left to die!

No corn in their markets—no coin in their ſtates;

No ſhips in their ports—no faith in their gates!

But look ye, bold Britons, around you and ſee,

The contraſt how great—ye are happy and free;

Here Peace ſpreads her olive, and Plenty her ſtore,

And Juſtice alike guards the rich and the poor:

Our commerce is great—manufact'rers well paid,

The world is our mart, ſo extenſive our trade;

All, all have employment—the idle alone

Have cauſe of complaint—but the fault is their own:

Our nobles for Liberty freely will bleed,

Since they planted her firſt in the fair Runnymead;

Moſt ſacred our gentry her boughs will ſuſtain,

From the blows of vile France, or their engine Tom 

Our ſoldiers are loyal, brave, honeſt and true,

And our ſailors unmatch'd ſhould ye ſearch the world

The poor when induſtrious, have plenty and eaſe,

And charity ſhelters old age and diſeaſe:

Great George is our Father, Protector, and Friend,

And firmly our rights and his own will defend;

Then uniting our hearts and our voices we’ll ſing,

And pray for long life and long reign to our KING!