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The Peasant. HAIL the rosy smile of morning,

Welcomer of golden day, That the teaming soil adorning, i

From our task takes pain away.

Fresh to labour springs the peasant

From his honest lowly shed; Toil still makes his slumber pleasant,

Idlers need the downy bed.

God Save the King..., GOD save great George our King,

Long live our noble King,

God save the king ; Send him victorious, Happy and glorious, Long to reign over us,

God save the King!

O Lord our God arise,
Scatter our enemies

And make them fall,
Confound their politics,
Frustrate their knavisla tricks,
On him our hearts we fix,

O saye us all!

Y

Thy choicest gifts in store
On him be pleased to pour,

Long may he reign!
May he defend our laws,
And ever give us cause
To sing with heart and voice

God save the King !

O grant him long to see
Friendship and unity

Always increase!
May his sceptre's sway,
All loyal souls obey,
Join heart and voice huzza !

God save the King !

“* From ev'ry latent foe,
From the assassin's blon,

God save the King !
O’er him thine arm extend,
For Britain's sake defend
Our Father, Prince, and Friend,

God save the King!"

*The above additional stanza, (written originally in Ame.
rica) was sung with reiterated applause at Drury Lane
Theatre, on Thursday evening, May 15, 1800, after the at-
tempt was made on the life of his Majesty.

FINIS.

Thomas and Huusley, Printers, Doncaster.

INDEX.

Page

A boat danc'd on Clyde's bonny stream 108
A British soldier 's my dad

98
A cobler liy'd at York

226
Adown a green valley there liv'd an old maid 57
Adieu, adieu, my only life

38
A flaxen headed cow boy

6
A footman so dapper

7
Ah! tell me, ye swains, have you seen my 114
Aid a sailor, kind sir, who once felt it his... 142
A jolly face parson once happen’d to pop. 228
A lawyer quite famous for making a bill... 36
All in the Downs the fleet was moor’d

59
Alone to the banks of the dark rolling Danube 171
A pale forlorn outcast I wander alone

61
Arise, arise, Britannia's sons arise

54
A simple couptry milkmaid I came to town
As I went in, to-day, to a fruiterer's shop. 69
A traveller full forty year I have been

132
A young man came, I'll not tell where

73
A watchman ( am, I know all the rounds. 195
Behold poor Will just come from drill

16
Behold the man that is uvlucky....

168
Believe me, believe me, in country and town 224
Bleak was the morn when William left his

65

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Bright chanticleer proclaims the dawn

131
Bright dawns the day with rosy face

143
Biy my matches, ye inaids, I have matches 49
Cease', rude Boreas, blust'ring railer

151
Come, da msal, why that cigh?
Come listen to my story

85
Come, jolly Bacchus, god of wine

121
Come rouse, brother sportsman, the hunters 92
Come neighbours, friends, and countrymen..

217
Contented I am, and contented I'll be

141
Daddy Neptune one day, to Freedom did say 101
Dear Tom, this brown jug, which now foams 173
Deep in a vale a cottage stood ....

79
Deserted by the waning moon

170
Dick Dock, a tar, at Greenwich moor'd 1 16
Don't I look spruce on my Neddy

36
Don't you see as how I'm a sportsman in stile 125
Ere around the buge oak that o'ershadows S9
Every mortal some favourite pleasure pursues 11
Fair Sally, once the village pride.... 202
Fate, uncontrould by human pray:

94
Fashion was form'd when the world began 219
Four and twenty perriwigs all on a row... 236
Four and twenty visitors ail on a row

240
From Spain, renova'd in ancient

62
From the white blossom d slow my dear Chloe 212
God save great George our King...

245
Go, patter to lubbers and swabs, d'ye see 203
Jłail the rosy smile of morning....

245
Hark! from the trump of Fame....

139
Here am' [ with my phantasmagoria so bright 82
Here a sheer hulk lies poor Tom Bowling
How sweet are the flowers that grow by yon 97
How sweet in the woodlands

95
I be one of those sailors who think 'tis no lie 127

130

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I have parks I have grounds

58
I know by the smoke that so gracefully curl'd 162
I'll to court among all the nobility

172
I love you, cried Ilarry, so fond and so dearly 184
I'm call'd honest Ben but for what I don't 34
I'm Lary O'Lashem was born at Killarney 192
In a little blue garment all tatter'd and torn 198
In an age when each day teems with wonders 183
In good King Charles's golden days

25
In infancy our hopes and fears

140
In praise of his monarch for a Briton to sing 12
In the world's crooked path where l've been 24
In the downhill of life when I find l'ın

56
In this world so extensive how many, to eat 231
In storms, when clouds obscure the sky

76
I sail'd from the Downs in the Nancy

103
I sing the British seaman's praise....

41
I've been told I'm the son of my father and 149
I was, d’ye see, a waterman

238
Ize a Yorkshireman just come to town

32
John Ell for pastime took a prance

136
Last week I took a wife

87
Last winter quite tir'd of tillage...

205
Let Care be a stranger to each jovial soul 28
Let the Epicure boast the delight of his soul. 201
Life' like a ship in constant motion

191
Long time I've courted you, miss

43
Loud roar'd the British thunder

158
Loud roar'd the dreadful thunder

10
Love' a plague, by night and by day

122
Mr. Abraham Newland's a monstrous

50
My friend is the man I would copy through 167
My father was a farmer and father's son am I 153
My beart is as honest and brave as the best.. 10
My lad 's a braw and bonny lad....

182

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