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Glorious honour crowns the tool
That the ſoldier ſhares laſſie.
Heaven will ſhield thy faithfu’ lover,
Till the vengfu’ ſtrive is oevr,
Then we’ll meet nae mair to ſever,
Till the day we die laſſie.
’Midſt our bonny woods and braes,
We’ll ſpend our peaceful happy days,
As blythe’s yon lightſome lamb that plays,
On Louden’s flowery lee, laſſie,

George he is the mildeſt King,
that ever ſat on Britain’s throne,
Behold how wiſely he has acted,
to his ſubjects every one!
But we’re of a rebellious nature,
and our minds are ne’er content,
Likewiſe the moſt of our reflections
are on the king and parliament.
There’s Quakers, New-Lights, Independents,
Methodiſts, and Swindlers too,
Thoſe minions and fanatics,
are they not a filthy crew:
Theſe hypocrites that live among us,
our religion they deſpiſe,
Empty ſouls, without foundation,
neither loyal, juſt, nor wiſe.
Our Churchmen they are little better,
if the truth it were well known.