What Murrian now.
What murrian now has ta'en the whigs,
I think the're all gone mad sir;
By dancing one-and-forty jigs,
Our dancing may be bad sir.
I think the're all gone mad sir;
By dancing one-and-forty jigs,
Our dancing may be bad sir.
The revolution principles,
Have set their heads in bees then,
They've fallen out among themselves;
Shame fa' the first that grees them!
Have set their heads in bees then,
They've fallen out among themselves;
Shame fa' the first that grees them!
Did ye not swear in Anna's reign,
And vow too and protest sir,
If Hanover were once come o'er,
Then we should all be blest, sir?
And vow too and protest sir,
If Hanover were once come o'er,
Then we should all be blest, sir?
Since you got leave to rule the roast,
Impeachments throve a while sir,
Our lords must steer to other coasts,
Our lairds may leave the isle sir.
Impeachments throve a while sir,
Our lords must steer to other coasts,
Our lairds may leave the isle sir.
Now Britain may rejoice and sing,
'Tis once a happy nation.
Governed by a German thing,
Our Sovereign by creation,
'Tis once a happy nation.
Governed by a German thing,
Our Sovereign by creation,
And whensoe'er this sovereign fails,
And pops into the dark sir,
O theu we have a Prince of Wales.
The brat of Koningsmark sir.
And pops into the dark sir,
O theu we have a Prince of Wales.
The brat of Koningsmark sir.
Our king he has a cuckold's luck,
His praises we will sing sir,
For to a petty German Duke,
He's now a British King sir.
His praises we will sing sir,
For to a petty German Duke,
He's now a British King sir.
He was brought o'er to rule the greese,
But faith the truth I'll tell sir,
When he takes on his good dame's gee,
He cannot rule himsel' sir.
But faith the truth I'll tell sir,
When he takes on his good dame's gee,
He cannot rule himsel' sir.
And was there ever such a king,
As our brave German Prince sir,
Our wealth suplies him every thing
Save that he wants good sence sir,
As our brave German Prince sir,
Our wealth suplies him every thing
Save that he wants good sence sir,
Whilst Foreigners traverse our isle,
And drag our peers to slaughter,
This makes our gracious king to smile,
Our prince bursts out in laughter.
And drag our peers to slaughter,
This makes our gracious king to smile,
Our prince bursts out in laughter.
Our jails with Baitish Subjects crammed,
Our scaffolds reek with blood sir,
And all but whigs and Duch are damned,
By the fanatic crowd sir
Our scaffolds reek with blood sir,
And all but whigs and Duch are damned,
By the fanatic crowd sir
Come let us sing our Monarch's praise,
And drink his health in wina sir,
For now we have braw happy days,
Like those of forty-nine sir.
And drink his health in wina sir,
For now we have braw happy days,
Like those of forty-nine sir.
