HAIL the rosy smile of morning, Welcomer of golden day,
That the teaming soil adorning, 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 knavish tricks, On him our hearts we fix, O save us all!
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 beart and voice huzza! God save the King!
"From ev'ry latent foe, From the assassin's blow, 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..
Thomas and Huusley, Printers, Doncaster,
A BEGGAR I am, and of low degree.... 178
A boat danc'd on Clyde's bonny stream
A British soldier's my dad
Adown a green valley there liv'd an old maid Adieu, adieu, my only life
A flaxen headed cow boy
A footman so dapper
Ah! tell me, ye swains, have you seen my Aid a sailor, kind sir, who once felt it his... A jolly face parson once happen'd to pop. A lawyer quite famous for making a bill. All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd Alone to the banks of the dark rolling Danube A pale forlorn outcast I wander alone Arise, arise, Britannia's sons arise
A simple country milkmaid I came to town As I went in, to-day, to a fruiterer's shop... A traveller full forty year I have been A young man came, I'll not tell where A watchman am, I know all the rounds.. Behold poor Will just come from drill Behold the man that is unlucky.. Believe me, believe me, in country and town Bleak was the morn when William left his
Bright chanticleer proclaims the dawn Bright dawns the day with rosy face
By my matches, ye maids, I have matches
Cease, rude Boreas, blust'ring railer
Come, damsal, why that sigh?
Come, jolly Bacchus, god of wine
Come rouse, brother sportsman, the hunters Come neighbours, friends, and countrymen.. Contented I am, and contented I'll be Daddy Neptune one day, to Freedom did say Dear Tom, this brown jug, which now foams Deep in a vale a cottage stood Deserted by the waning moon .... Dick Dock, a tar, at Greenwich moor'd Don't I look spruce on my Neddy
Don't you see as how I'm a sportsman in stile Ere around the huge oak that o'ershadows Every mortal some favourite pleasure pursues Fair Sally, once the village pride.... Fate, uncontroul'd by human pray'r Fashion was form'd when the world began Four and twenty perriwigs all on a row.... Four and twenty visitors ail on a row From Spain, renoun'd in ancient
From the white blossom'd slow my dear Chloe God save great George our King.... Go, patter to lubbers and swabs, d'ye see Hail the rosy smile of morning. Hark! from the trump of Fame..
Here am I with my phantasmagoria so bright Here a sheer bulk lies poor Tom Bowling How sweet are the flowers that grow by yon How sweet in the woodlands
I be one of those sailors who think 'tis no lie
I have parks I have grounds
I know by the smoke that so gracefully curl'd I'll to court among all the nobility
I love you, cried Harry, so fond and so dearly I'm call'd honest Ben but for what I don't I'm Lary O'Lashem was born at Killarney In a little blue garment all tatter'd and torn In an age when each day teems with wonders In good King Charles's golden days In infancy our hopes and fears
In praise of his monarch for a Briton to sig In the world's crooked path where I've been In the downhill of life when I find I'm In this world, so extensive how many, to eat In storms, when clouds obscure the sky I sail'd from the Downs in the Nancy
I sing the British seaman's praise...
I've been told I'm the son of my father and I was, d'ye see, a waterman
Let Care be a stranger to each jovial soul
Let the Epicure boast the delight of his soul.
Life' like a ship in constant motion
Long time I've courted you, miss
Loud roar'd the British thunder Loud roar'd the dreadful thunder Love' a plague, by night and by day Mr. Abraham Newland's a monstrous My friend is the man I would copy through My father was a farmer and father's son am I My heart is as honest and brave as the best.. My lad's a braw and bonny lad............
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