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No more to wear the Bourbons' Crown,
or rule in France, and a' that.
Rise up &c.
He's lost the game, and lost the race,
his honour blasted, a' that;
May freedom’s sons soon end the chace,
Huzza for Peace, and a' that.
CHORUS.
Rise up, John Bull rise up and sing,
Your chanter loudly blaw that,
Long live our auld and worthy King,
Success to Britons, a' that.
✷✷✶✶✶✶✶ ❘ ❘ ✶✶✶✶✶✶✷
EVERY INCH A SAILOR.
The wind blew hard, the ſea ran high,
The dingy feud drove croſs the ſky,
All was ſafe flow’d, the bowl was flung,
When careleſs thus Ned Haulyard ſung:
A Sailer’s life’s the life for me,
He takes his duty merrily;
If winds can whiſtle, he can ſing,
Still faithful to his friends and King:
He gets belov’d by all his ſhip,
And toaſts his girl,and drinks his flip.
