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KING WILLIAM'S MAN,
OR, THE ANNIVERSARY OF THE REVOLUTION.
As when the sun's bright beams appear,
And lowering tempests steal away,
So midst a dark revolving year,
Returns this bright auspicious day.
Britons, revive, lift high the glee,
And hail the day with three times three.
And lowering tempests steal away,
So midst a dark revolving year,
Returns this bright auspicious day.
Britons, revive, lift high the glee,
And hail the day with three times three.
Three cheers, our sacred country's due,
We raise for popish plots reveal'd.
Thus perish Superstition's crew,
Tho' deep as hell, they lie conceal'd!
Britons, &c.
We raise for popish plots reveal'd.
Thus perish Superstition's crew,
Tho' deep as hell, they lie conceal'd!
Britons, &c.
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Three more to Freedom's name we give,
And shout to see a tyrant fly;
Long may Britannia's saviours live,
Her tyrants all inglorious die!
Britons, &c.
And shout to see a tyrant fly;
Long may Britannia's saviours live,
Her tyrants all inglorious die!
Britons, &c.
Three times we shout for equal laws,
And in a virtuous jury boast;
May justice and the people's cause,
Reign ev'ry loyal Briton's toast!
Britons, &c.
And in a virtuous jury boast;
May justice and the people's cause,
Reign ev'ry loyal Briton's toast!
Britons, &c.
Roll on, ye years, and days succeed,
That shall to tyrants ruin bring!
Europe shall ratify the deed,
And joyful nations shout and sing,
And Britons wake their gayest glee,
And hail that day with three times three.
That shall to tyrants ruin bring!
Europe shall ratify the deed,
And joyful nations shout and sing,
And Britons wake their gayest glee,
And hail that day with three times three.
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