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And whensoe'er this sovereign fails, And pops into the dark sir,O theu we have a Prince of Wales. The brat of Koningsmark sir.
Our king he has a cuckold's luck, His praises we will sing sir,For to a petty German Duke, He's now a British King sir.
He was brought o'er to rule the greese, But faith the truth I'll tell sir,When he takes on his good dame's gee, He cannot rule himsel' sir.
And was there ever such a king, As our brave German Prince sir,Our wealth suplies him every thing Save that he wants good sence sir,
Whilst Foreigners traverse our isle, And drag our peers to slaughter,This makes our gracious king to smile, Our prince bursts out in laughter.
Our jails with Baitish Subjects crammed, Our scaffolds reek with blood sir,And all but whigs and Duch are damned, By the fanatic crowd sir
