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142 O, BEAUTIFUL BRITANNIA.
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blythesotne days of old, when a Stuart held the throne.
Then hadst thou riches, peace, content in every face ;
But now, alas ! alas ! all's gone to thy disgrace :
Thy wishes they are spent, thy constitution's rent,
By rakes and "Whigs, these for thy ruin bent.
Thy sons, into a car, to Tyburn dragged are,
Or else, alas ! Alas I from home removed far.
0, beautiful Britannia, if thou wouldst think upon
The blythesome days of yore, the days of sixty-one.
Thou wouldst not fondly doat upon a G-erman sot ;
A sow, a sow, a sow more suits his lot ;
Nor would his madcap son ever possess thy throne.
Nor would again be play'd the game of forty- one :
But all with one consent, for restoration bent.
Might soon call home the king, relieve the innocent.
The bonny gray-eyed morning begins for to peep ;
0, beautiful Britannia, I pray no longer sleep ;
But from the Gallic shore call royal Jamie o'er,
Resist, resist, resist him no more ;
And let no cuckold be still ruler over thee.
Nor any German bastard, begot in poverty.
And let no Whig command, discharge them off thy land ;
Discard, discard, discard that lawless band.
The bonny gray-eyed morning, since it begins to dawn,
0, beautiful Britannia, to cloud it be not drawn,