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BRitains now let Joys increase,
Revel all in happy days,
Royal George has crost the Seas,
Ye Natives homage tender;
Fate to save us made him hast,
Britains Genius doubly Blest,
And renown'd as was e'er in Ages past,
The Saint our Isles defender.
Halcyon Peace that all must grant,
Has been so long the Nations want,
Glorious and brave some people vaunt,
Has lately fill'd our story;
But kind Stars so well provide,
And this grand truth will soon be try'd,
For a Monarch is Reigning that will decide
What is for Britains glory.
By our late most Zealous Aid
The French a lucky game have play'd,
'Tis now high time to help our Trade,
And mend our bad condition;
You the scoundrels charm'd with hope,
To gain by Mounsieur, or the Pope,
At this Juncture much sooner may find a Rope,
Reward for vile Ambition.
Gentle winds have swell'd his Sails,
Blest the King with happy gales,
And the darling Prince of Wales,
Our second Faiths defender;
