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All their vile arts are vain,
Great George is King!
We will his life defend,
And make his power extend
Wide as his fame.
May choicest blessings shed
On his exalted head,
And make his foes to dread
Great George our King.
He peace and plenty brings,
While Rome’s deluded kings
Waste and destroy:
Then let his people sing,
Long live great George our King,
From whom such blessings spring,
Freedom and joy.
THE MOUNTAINS HIGH.
One night on my late ramble,
two miles below Pimry,
I met a farmer’s daughter
all on the mountains high.
