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Words for a single Song on the Kings Return.
Design'd for a Private Performance.
Come, let us revel, drink, and sing,
We have a Peace, we have our King,
Now, Britain, thou'rt a happy Nation.
Thy Lord, whose Toyls the World have freed,
That like a Chaos disagreed,
May rest, and view his new Creation.
There's nothing left for thee to do,
But to thy self, thy self be true,
And joyful homage pay him.
Thou'rt lov'd, admird, and fear'd abroad;
Rebellion's quell'd, and Faction's aw'd:
Command the World while you obey him!
We have a Peace, we have our King,
Now, Britain, thou'rt a happy Nation.
Thy Lord, whose Toyls the World have freed,
That like a Chaos disagreed,
May rest, and view his new Creation.
There's nothing left for thee to do,
But to thy self, thy self be true,
And joyful homage pay him.
Thou'rt lov'd, admird, and fear'd abroad;
Rebellion's quell'd, and Faction's aw'd:
Command the World while you obey him!
See! Britain's happy Sons rejoyce!
Now Heav'n and Peace confirm our Choice.
We're happy all,
The great, the Small,
The Old, the Young,
The Weak, the Strong,
The Poor who wants,
The Rich who grants,
The Saint who cants,
The Rake who rants,
The thoughtless Squire, the thinking Wit,
The trusted Beau, the trusting Cit;
The Clown, the Lawyer, the Tarpawlin,
And ev'ry Sect, and ev'ry Calling.
All think of new Blessings, new Plenty will reign,
The Richer will save, and the poorer will gain,
The Toper in Claret will find all his Wants,
And the Clown in right Nants,
Will whip off his Noggin;
The Matron her cold Tea will sip,
The Saylor his Punch and his Flip,
And the Bawd her flaming Snapdragon.
Thus all hearts are eas'd,
And new Joys on us call;
For his own private Good each of us is pleas'd,
And the King for the good of us all.
Now Heav'n and Peace confirm our Choice.
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The great, the Small,
The Old, the Young,
The Weak, the Strong,
The Poor who wants,
The Rich who grants,
The Saint who cants,
The Rake who rants,
The thoughtless Squire, the thinking Wit,
The trusted Beau, the trusting Cit;
The Clown, the Lawyer, the Tarpawlin,
And ev'ry Sect, and ev'ry Calling.
All think of new Blessings, new Plenty will reign,
The Richer will save, and the poorer will gain,
The Toper in Claret will find all his Wants,
And the Clown in right Nants,
Will whip off his Noggin;
The Matron her cold Tea will sip,
The Saylor his Punch and his Flip,
And the Bawd her flaming Snapdragon.
Thus all hearts are eas'd,
And new Joys on us call;
For his own private Good each of us is pleas'd,
And the King for the good of us all.
FINIS.
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