Quaint Gleanings from Ancient Poetry by Edmund Goldsmid
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Who were such Fools as to come o'er
To help this grateful Land. III. And may the next that hears us pray, And in Distress relieve us, Go home like those without their Pay, And with Contempt be sent away For having once believ'd us. IV. And if the _French_ should e'er attempt This Nation to invade, May they be damn'd that list again, But lead the fam'd Militia on, To be like us betray'd. V. As for the Crown you have bestow'd, With all its Limitations, The meanest Prince in _Christendom_ Would never stir a Mile from home To govern three such Nations. VI. The King himself, whom once you call'd |
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