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The dread and envy of them all.
Rule Britannia, &c.
Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame,
All their attempts to bend thee down
Will but arouse, arouse thy gen’rous flame,
And work their woe in thy renown.
Rule Britannia, &c.
The muses still with freedom found,
Shall to thy happy coast repair;
Blest isle! with beauty, with matchless beauty crown'd,
And manly hearts to guard the fair.
Rule Britannia, &c.
THE WIFE'S FAREWELL.
While I hang on your bosom distracted to lose you,
High swells my sad heart and fast my tears flow,
Yet think not of coldness they fall to accuse you
Did I ever upbraid you, oh! no my love no.
I own it would please me at home could you tarry,
Nor e'er feel a wish from Maria to go,
But if it gives pleasure to you my dear Harry,
Shall I blame your departure? oh no my love no,
Shall I blame your departure? oh no my love no.
