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SONG.
The last Song and General Chorus.
Of Love Wit and Wine, our Songs we'll raise,
The tripple Alliance we're boasting;
With Wit we can celebrate Beauty's praise,
With Wine we those Beauty's are Toasting.
To Portugals paint or Operas Air,
We never will be in debt Ah!
Pure white and red Blooms in the Face of our Fair,
And Wit has Eclips'd the Burletta.
The tripple Alliance we're boasting;
With Wit we can celebrate Beauty's praise,
With Wine we those Beauty's are Toasting.
To Portugals paint or Operas Air,
We never will be in debt Ah!
Pure white and red Blooms in the Face of our Fair,
And Wit has Eclips'd the Burletta.
Then in Chorus join,
To Love Wit and Wine;
And sound them forth Clever,
To those Men of Taste,
Who on Love Wit feast,
Of Old England, Old England,
Huzza Old England for ever.
To Love Wit and Wine;
And sound them forth Clever,
To those Men of Taste,
Who on Love Wit feast,
Of Old England, Old England,
Huzza Old England for ever.
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