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Thee, haughty tyrants ne'er (hall tame, All their attempts to bend thee down, All their, &c.
Will but aroufe, aroufe thy generous flame, And work their woe, and thy renown.
Rule, Britannia, &c.
To thee belongs the rural reign,
Thy cities fhall with commerce iliine, Thy cities, &c.
And thine mall be, fhall be the fubjeft main,
And every fhore it circles thine.
Rule, Britannia, &c.
The mufes ftill with freedom found, Shall to thy happy coaft repair, Shall to, &c. Bleft ifle ! with beauties, with matchlefs beauties
crown'd, And manly hearts to guard the fair.
Rule, Britannia, &c.
��GOD SAVE THE KING.
GOD fave great George our King, Long live our noble King, God fave the King ! Send him victorious, Happy and glorious, Long to reign over us, God fave the King.
O Lord our God, arife, Scatter his enemies,
And make them fall.
Confound
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