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Ye Royal little ones,
I love your flesh and bones
Hibernia strikes his harp!
The merchant's Alush'd;
Like an old wren,
Am a by-stander,
Yet if the laurel prize,
For to surprize,
ODE ON THE NEW YEAR,
By LORD MULGRAVE.
O For a Muse of Fire,
Tigers fierce, and Lions bold,
But that Lions dwell not there-
ANTISTROPHE. (By Brother HARRY.)
Farewel awhile, ye summer breezes !
Just as it pleases !
And then again (behold !) 'tis fair !
Thus peace and war on earth alternate reign:
Auspicious GEORGE, thy powerful word
And sheaths the martial sword!
STROPHE II. (By Brother CHARLES.)
And now gay Hope, her anchor dropping,
And Plenty in light cadence hopping,
But WHITEHEAD now in death reposes,
Crown'd with laurel! crown'd with roses ! Yet we, with laurel crown'd, his dirge will sing, And thus deserve fresh laurels from the King.
By Sir JOSEPH MAWBEY, BART.
HARK !--to yon heavenly skies, Nature's congenial perfumes upwards rise !
From each throng'd stye
That saw my gladsome eye,
AIR-accompanied by the LEARNED PIG.
Why Joey's fancy frisks so gay;
[Here Muse Whispers 1,-Sir Joseph.] Indeed !-Repeat the fragrant sound !
Push love, and loyalty around,
ove, and lovala ragrant sound in Joseph.7
For this Big MORN
Great GEORGE was born!
Due homage will I pay,
On this, thy native day, GEORGE, by the grace of God, my rightful King!
.. ves : AIR-with Lutes.
As lamb-like by her side I lay,
Hark! Joey, hark /
I hear the lark,
In lily fat
Butcher and Cook begin!
Prepare ! prepare!
fill'di Gaimons ! Green Griskins ! on gridirons grill'd!