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KING AND COUNTRY, A Song. |
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KING AND COUNTRY, A Song.
While heart-corroding cares infest,
And passions' slaves deprive of rest,
The only care that fills my breast,
Is for my King and Country:
'Tis That which clings about my heart,
And cleaves to ev'ry vital part,
Nor would I shrink from Death's fell dart,
To save my King and Country!
And passions' slaves deprive of rest,
The only care that fills my breast,
Is for my King and Country:
'Tis That which clings about my heart,
And cleaves to ev'ry vital part,
Nor would I shrink from Death's fell dart,
To save my King and Country!
Though France with ireful frenzy raves,
And freedom boasts where all are slaves,
Who fight like fools, led on by knaves,
But not for King or Country;
To neither they a blessing owe,
To us, from both, true blessings flow,
Nor shall such caitiffs overthrow
Old England's King and Country!
And freedom boasts where all are slaves,
Who fight like fools, led on by knaves,
But not for King or Country;
To neither they a blessing owe,
To us, from both, true blessings flow,
Nor shall such caitiffs overthrow
Old England's King and Country!
But One and All shall rue the day,
When to our Coast they bend their way,
And Britons rouse, like lions at bay,
To guard their King and Country;
To drive those hornets from our hives,
Protect our children and our wives,
Or, Britons like, lay down our lives
For Them, our King and Country!
When to our Coast they bend their way,
And Britons rouse, like lions at bay,
To guard their King and Country;
To drive those hornets from our hives,
Protect our children and our wives,
Or, Britons like, lay down our lives
For Them, our King and Country!
Then France, Old England's spoils to share,
Thy Gunboats and thy Rafts prepare,
But of our Hearts of Oak beware,
Who fight for King and Country:
For ere we'll stoop to Frenchmen's thrall,
One glorious grave shall hold us All,
And, drench'd in blood, shall millions fall,
Ere sell their King and Country!
Thy Gunboats and thy Rafts prepare,
But of our Hearts of Oak beware,
Who fight for King and Country:
For ere we'll stoop to Frenchmen's thrall,
One glorious grave shall hold us All,
And, drench'd in blood, shall millions fall,
Ere sell their King and Country!
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