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This is the Knell of falling Rome, To him that our Mighty Defender has been, Sound all, And to all the Heroes invited him in, Sound all, And as the chief Agents of this Royal Work, Long flourish the City and County of York.

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Vive le Roy. The Poet's humble Address to the King. The Words made to a pleasant Tune.

NOW over England Joy to express,
      Sing, sing vive le Roy;
The Town and the Countrys have made an Address,
        And sing vive le Roy.
For Loyalty many, and many for Place;
        True Hearts duty employ,
        Whiggs, now Publish your Joy;
    High-Church and Low-Church,
    The True Church, and No Church,
        All Sing, sing vive le Roy,
        All Sing vive le Roy.

A Glorious Feast Great Britain may boast,
        Sing, sing vive le Roy;
Where since Royal George, Treat us all at his cost,
        Who sing vive le Roy:
The Muses 'tis hop't, may have share of the roast,
    Sound, sound far as the Sky;
    Fame, fame never to dye,
For the Cause Royal, Obedient and Loyal:
        They Sing, sing vive le Roy,
        All Sing &c.