But whatever the wine, it a bumper must be

If we ne'er drink a bumper again. Now, now, when the cares of the day are thrown by,

And all man's best feeling possess him, 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,

When to those whom they honour'd they quaff'd, Threw pearls of great price in their goblets of gold,

More costly to render their draught.
I boast not of gems, but my heart's in my glass,

Of its love nought can e'er dispossess him,
Upstanding, uncovered, round, round let it pass,
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. 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 proudly success will command,
Each tar on the ocean his conquest enjoys,

While laurels shall cover the land.
While surrounded by foes that in legions arise,
And

cry for our ruin aloud,
The genius of England their fury defies,
And bursts like the sun from a cloud.

Huzza! Huzza !
May the King live for ever,

The glory, the pride of our Isles.
How needless to talk of our prowess in war,

Or proclaim what the universe knows ; The Exile of France and his partizans saw

What it was to have Britons for foes. While surrounded by foes, &c.

4

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,

For our King is a true British Sailor.
The wild waves around us may furiously whistle,

And tempests the ocean deform,
But united the sweet rose, the shamrock, and thistle,

With our King we shall weather the storṁ :
Hąrd 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,
For her Pilot's a true British Sailor!

Her Pilot's a true British Sailor!

Her Pilot's a true British Sailor |
And the better she sails as the harder it blows,

For her Pilot's a true British Sailor!
To Albion so dear is the gallant True-Blue,

Our spirits with fire o'erwhelm,
Whilst freedom and honour directs a brave crew,

And William presides at the helm.
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,

Our Queen is the wife of a Sailor.
To the heart of a lady, each Briton aspires,

His hand will in danger avail her ;
Her virtue and beauty he guards and admires,
Our Queen is the wife of a Sailor !

Our Queen is the wife of a Sailor !

Our Queen is the wife of a Sailor ! Her virtue and beauty he guards and admires,

Our Queen is the wife of a Sailor. A Sailor, when laid by a bullet on deck,

May exclaim “ I have now got a nailer;
But Adelaide will not see my wife a wreck,

For she is the wife of a Sailor !
My boy I bequeath to my Country and King,

'Tis a legacy now on entail here ;
And blest be the woman whose praises all sing,
Our Queen is the wife of a Sailor !”

Our Queen is the wife of a Sailor !

Our Queen is the wife of a Sailor ! And blest be the woman whose praises all sing,

Our Queen is the wife of a Sailor. “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
My Queen is the wife of a Sailor.”
Long life to King William and Queen Adelaide,

May peace and content never fail her;
While all find protection, wife, widow, and friend,
Our Queen is the wife of a Sailor.

Our Queen is the wife of a Sailor !

Our Queen is the wife of a Sailor!
While all find protection, wife, widow, and friend,

Our Queen is the wife of a Sailor,

and renown,

THE KING OF THE SHAMROCK, THE THISTLE,

AND ROSE.
While man, to the health of his monarch fills up.
With nectar, his deep Bacchanalian cup;
Though woman scarce moistens her lips, she will sing
With as loyal a spirit, a health to the King!
To the King of the Wave.—To the King of the Brave!
To the King whom the proudest would perish to save!
Here's a health that will hallow the wine as it flows,
To the King of the Shamrock, the Thistle, and Rose!
The Lords of the East may exult in their sway
O’er slaves, who in enmity crouch and obey ; [fling
We are bound with a chain such as friendship would
O'er the heart it loves best, so God bless the King,
Here's a health to the King-To the King of the brave !
To the King whom the proudest would perish to save !
Here's a health that will hallow the wine as it flows,
To the King of the Shamrock, the Thistle, and Rose.

THE BELLS NOW RING.

A GLEE.

The bells now ring, the trumpets sound,
The thundering cannon shake the ground,

By this bonfire's light

We'll pass this night,
So let the glass go round,
Let every soul rejoice,
With one united voice,

And sing." God save the King."
Let every man take off his glass,
”Tis a health unto their Majesties—
To England's King and Queen.

THE NAVY AND ARMY !
Though war no more, with ruthless hand,

Spreads gloom and terror round,
Be not forgot the gallant band

That Albion's glory crown'd.

And while the glass you gaily pass,

Where mirth and music charm ye,
Oh! let the toast be England's boast

“ The Navy and the Army,”
The Army and the Navy!
Oh! let the toast be England's boast-

The Navy and the Army.
Our sailors on the mountain-wave,

Our soldiers in the field,
With honour fight, humanely save,

But never basely yield.
Then while the glass you gaily pass,

This welcome tribute levy:
A bumper toast to Britain's boast-

“The Army and the Navy!"

The Navy and the Army!
A bumper toast to Britain's boast

The Army and the Navy.

THE CASTLE OF ENGLAND. Tuo' Greece all the arts once display'd on her coast, And Rome could her temples and palaces boast; Yet what was a trophy, or fine gilded car, To the castle of England, a stout man of war : Majestic in grandeur she soars o'er the tide, The dread of her foes, but of Britons the pride ; In thunder her vengeance is heard from afar, For the castle of England's a stout man of war. Invaders may threaten, but bulwarks like these Will. guard Briton's island the queen of the seas, Whilst courage will strengthen the nerves of each tar, In the castle of England, a stout man of war. When the thunder of battle rolls over the wave, And mariners combat their country to save, Their conquest shall shine as the bright morning star, On the castles of England, the stout men of war.