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4 JACOBITE
In his train see sweet Peace, fairest queen of
the sky,
Ev'ry bliss in her look, ev'ry charm in her eye,
Whilst oppression, corruption, vile slav'ry, and
fear, [appear.
At his wish'd-for return never more shall
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Whilst in pleasure's soft arms millions now
court repose, [foes ;
Our hero flies forth, though surrounded with
To free us from tyrants ev'ry danger defies,
And in liberty's cause, he conquers or dies !
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How hateful's the tyrant who lives by false fame,
To satiate his pride sets our country in flame,
How glorious the prince, whose great generous
mind, [kind !
Makes true valour consist in relieving man-
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Ye brave clans, on whom we just honour be-
stow, [flow !
O think on the source whence our dire evils
Commanded by Charles, advance to Whitehall,
And fix them in chains who would Britons
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THE ROYAL OAK TREE.*
Ye true sons of Scotia, together unite,
And yield all your senses to joy and delight;
• The Ettrick Shepherd says'he had this song from a curious collec-
tion of ancient MS. songs, in the possession of Mr. D. Bridges, Jun.,