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NYEP(D.752.043
30 Oct 1752:41,42 (289)
From the Westminster Journal.
Ode, on the 24th of May; being the birth-day of his Highness
George Prince of Wales.
By R. Rolt.
1.
Leaning o'er a steril mountain,
Where was neither herb nor fountain,
Pale, and forlorn, Britannia sate:
To the hoarse resounding tide,
Down her cheeks did sorrow glide;
Ah! was this fair freedom's mate?
Yet hope's warm ray she felt: awful she sprung;
And to her circling waves thus plantive sung.
. . . [7 more verses of different lengths]
Chorus.
British glory revives; commerce rears up her head;
The sword can be drawn, or the olive be spread:
Sons of freedom be happy, be merry, and gay,
Our George shall make tyranny shun the fair day.
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