But whatever the wine, it a bumper must be Now, now, when the cares of the day are thrown by, And the soul lights her beacon of truth in the eye, Here's a health to the King! God bless him, God bless him, God bless him. Here's a health to the King, God bless him. The wealthy of Rome, at their banquets of old, I boast not of gems, but my heart's in my glass, Here's a health to the King! God bless him. Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! Upstanding, uncovered, round, round let it pass, Here's a health to the King! God bless him. MAY THE KING LIVE FOR EVER. TRIUMPHANT victorious be Britons, my boys, While surrounded by foes that in legions arise, The genius of England their fury defies, May the King live for ever, The glory, the pride of our Isles. How needless to talk of our prowess in war, OUR KING IS A TRUE BRITISH SAILOR. Captain Mitford. No danger the heart of a Seaman appals, To fight or to fall is he ready; The safe-guard of England is her Wooden Walls, And the helmsman cries "Steady Boys, Steady." See Britannia now moves as a gallant first-rate ! And with transports the Blue-jackets hail her! Brave William commands this prime vessel of state, For our King is a true British Sailor. Our King is a true British Sailor! Our King is a true British Sailor! Brave William commands this prime vessel of state, The wild waves around us may furiously whistle, But united the sweet rose, the shamrock, and thistle, Hard up with the helm-Britannia's sheet flows, Magna Charta on board will avail her, And the better she sails as the harder it blows, Her Pilot's a true British Sailor! Her Pilot's a true British Sailor! And the better she sails as the harder it blows, To Albion so dear is the gallant True-Blue, Whilst freedom and honour directs a brave crew, Then fill up a bumper! Britannia appears New rigg'd, and with joy we all hail her; Here's a health to King William, with three time three cheers, And long life to the first British Sailor! Long life to the first British Sailor! Long life to the first British Sailor! Here's a health to King William, with three times three cheers! And long life to the first British Sailor. OUR QUEEN IS THE WIFE OF A SAILOR. Captain Mitford. FILL a bumper on high, through the world be it known That mercy and virtue prevail here; A bright sparkling gem, now is plac'd on the throne, To the heart of a lady, each Briton aspires, Her virtue and beauty he guards and admires, Our Queen is the wife of a Sailor! Our Queen is the wife of a Sailor! A Sailor, when laid by a bullet on deck, My boy I bequeath to my Country and King, And blest be the woman whose praises all sing, Our Queen is the wife of a Sailor! And blest be the woman whose praises all sing, "Too long " says Jack Tar, "I've been rubb'd up & down And weigh'd in an improper scale here; But now I shall handle both grog and renown, Long life to King William and Queen Adelaide, While all find protection, wife, widow, and friend, Our Queen is the wife of a Sailor! While all find protection, wife, widow, and friend, THE KING OF THE SHAMROCK, THE THISTLE, WHILE man, to the health of his monarch fills up Though woman scarce moistens her lips, she will sing To the King of the Wave.-To the King of the Brave! THE BELLS NOW RING. A GLEE. THE bells now ring, the trumpets sound, We'll pass this night, So let the glass go round, And sing "God save the King." THE NAVY AND ARMY! THOUGH War no more, with ruthless hand, Be not forgot the gallant band That Albion's glory crown'd. And while the glass you gaily pass, Oh! let the toast be England's boast- Our sailors on the mountain-wave, With honour fight, humanely save, Then while the glass you gaily pass, THE CASTLE OF ENGLAND. THO' Greece all the arts once display'd on her coast, Invaders may threaten, but bulwarks like these Their conquest shall shine as the bright morning star, |