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Liver and Lights! from Plucks that moment drawn,
Ye Royal crew!
Eat! eat your bellies full! pray do!
The Queen shall say,
Her maids have been well cramm'd-her young ones diu'd like Princes!
FULL CHORUS-accompanied by the whole HOGGERY.
For this BIG MORN
GREAT GEORGE was born!
The tidings all the Poles shall ring!
Due homage will I pay,
On this, thy native day,
GEORGE! by the grace of God, my rightful KING!!!!
HAIL pious Muse of saintly love,
Meek Muse of Madan, thee my soul invokes
Descend, and, O! in mem'ry keep
There's a time to wake a time to sleep→→→→
The Bible says soso do I!
Then broad awake, O come to me! W
MILLER, bard of deathless name,
Grant, that, like Solomon's of old,
And O! to mine let each strong charm belong,
Thou too, thou dread and awful shade.
Then, like Elijah, fled to realms above, uta To me, thy friend, bequeath thy hallow'd cloak,
And by its virtue Richard may improve, And in thy habit preach, and pun, and joke.
The Lord doth give---The Lord doth take away.--Then, good Lord Sal'sbury, attend to me-Banish these sons of Belial in dismay;
And give the praise to a true Pharisee:
Exert thy jaw-and straight disperse them all— So, as in former times, the Philistines shall fall! Then as 't was th' beginning,
So to th' end 't shall be;
IN THE TRUE OSSIAN SUBLIMITY,
By MR. MACPHERSON.
DOES the wind touch thee, O Harp?
Is it thy hand,
Spirit of the departed Scrutiny? Bring me the harp, pride of CHATHAM!
Snow is on thy bosom,
Maid of the modest eye!
Every soul shall depart at the sound ! ! ! The wither'd thistle shall crown my head!!!
I behold thee, O King!
I behold thee sitting on mist!!!
Thy form is like a watery cloud,
Thy face is like the beams of the setting moon!
Thy eyes are of two decaying flames!
The wither'd thistle shall crown my head!
But thou, O King! give me the Laurel!.