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12 TEEE OF FEIENDSHIP,
It happened once, that a king, without friends,
Was plagued by a hard-hearted crew ;
When he look'd round the fields, to make him amends,
The oak rose with grace to his view,
My brave boys, &c.
Air Til. — "Eule Britannia"
The trees that in the woods are seen,
Struck by the winter's blast, shall fall ;
Whilst thou shall flourish on the green,
The mighty monarch of them all.
Hail to the royal — hail to the royal tree !
Protector of our liberty.
A if IV.—' 'LilUbulero."
This much-honoured tree such wonders hath done,
That Britain still names it as her greatest boast ;
There is nothing can equal it under the sun 5
Without it our lives and our liberty's lost.
Abroad it does sail before the brisk gale.
And brings home the spices and juices divine ;
Then, sing round the great tree with friendship and glee ;
Around it, around it, like woodbines let's twine.
Ai?' V. — " Belleisles March."
From the east to the west,
By all men ' tis confest.
That the oak is the best of all trees ;
There's not one, we are sure,
Can such hardships endure.
Or brave with more courage the seas.
Should any pretend
To affront our great friend.
Let the foe be a duke, lord, or clown,
With our oaks fast in hand,
By our friends we'll firm stand.
And then knock the proud boaster down.