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Long live the king, and happy may he be,
And success to his forces by land and by sea.
His enemies to triumph we ne'er will permit,
Britons ay have been victorious, and sae will they yet.
And sae will they yet, &c.
Let the glass keep its course, and go merrily roun',
For the sun has to rise, tho' the moon it goes down;
Till the house be rinnn roun' about 'tis time eneugh flit,
When we fell we ay got up again, and sae will we yet
And sae will we yet, &c.
ON A BANK OF LOWERS.
On a bank of flowers in a summer's day,
Inviting and undres'd
In her bloom of years, bright Celia lay,
With love and sleep oppress'd;
When a youthful swain, with admiring eyes
Wished he durst the fair maid surprise,
With a fa, la, la, &c.
But he fear'd approaching spies.
