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390 APPENDIX.
Yet never despair,
The time's drawing near,
That all such assertions will disown :
Though the court runs so high,
Yet their ruin is nigh,
For George at last shall wear the crown.
'Tis true, our general's disgrac'd,
And all our ministry displac'd.
Our friends forsook, and credit lost.
And Spain, though millions it has cost.
But our great house of lords
Some hope still affords.
They'll Tory measures tumble down ;
And prophecies of old
Have always foretold
That George at last shall wear the crown.
Now Eobin rules without control,
And makes the commons but his tool ;
Yet his attempts shall be in vain.
For James the Third shall never reign.
The nation he betrays,
For which France pays,
But we his treachery disown,
And shall live to see the day
When his head shall for it pay.
When George comes o'er to wear the crown.
Though fighting's grown quite out of date,
And peace is got at any rate.
And France's become our high ally.
Which once was fam'd for treachery ;
Oh ! whither can it tend,
To trust to such a friend ?
'Tis proof they all are frantic grown :
They certainly mistake,
Wrong treaties now they make.
But George at last shall wear the crown.
Then let us all united be.
Firm faithful friends to liberty ;
A cheerful glass will glad the soul.
To George's health fill up the bowl ;
And may he ever be
Blest with prosperity,
May fortune on him never frown ;