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WHIG SONGS. 407
Whilst they, in huggermugger whining,
Drink to the memory of their queen.
To r^eorge our monarch, godly shining,
We fearless drinking, blest are seen.
Long may he live, and make them tremble,
That mobbish rage against him shew ;
AVhilst greater villains must dissemble,
Or to the Tower or Tyburn go.
Drink about then and be merry,
Naught but loyalty be heard ;
Never of such healths be weary,
A Tory's not worth our regard.
;(fiTSt of August.
Let those that detest all Popish priests
Eemember the First of August,
And those who abhor to be yok'd like beasts
Give thanks for the First of August :
For George proclaim'd, dissolv'd the spell
Contriv'd by the Pope, the French, and hell,
And ever since their projects fail.
Now give thanks for the First of August.
There was old Sir Lewis, he held it out.
Many a First of August,
Tho' plagued with a fistula, pox, and gout.
Many a First of August :
But the unexpected news this day
Struck to his heart, and wore it away ;
Which leaves all Europe bound to pray
For the glorious First of August.
Great George hath given us cause to bless
The glorious First of August ;
Let us drink to his health, we can do no less,
When we think of the First of August :
And him that won't pledge it, may he be
From chains and slavery never free,
And there tormented live to see
Man}! a First of August.