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The wretch that would a Tyrant own,
and th' wretch his true-sworn brother,
Who'd set the Mob aboot the Throne,
may they be damn'd together!

Who will not sing, God Save the King,
shall hang as high's the steeple;
But while we sing, God Save the King,
we'll ne'er Forget the People.

GOD SAVE THE KING.

GOD save great George our King,
Long live our noble King,
God save the King.
Send him victorious,
Happy and glorious,
Long to reign over us,
God save the King!

O Lord our God arise,
Scatter his enemies,
And make them fall.
Confound their politics,
Frustrate their knavish tricks;
On him our hopes are fix'd,
O save us all!

Thy choicest gifts in store
On him be pleas'd to pour,
Long may he reign!
May he defend our laws,
And ever give us cause,
To sing with heart and voice,
God save the King.