In Honour of the QUEEN'S CORONATION

When CHARLOTTE plow'd the azure Main, Around each sea-green Triton hung; Each lovely Neriad join'd her train, And thus prophetic Neptune sung. Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the waves, Britons never shall be slaves,

A Monarch blest by ev'ry power, That guards the brave, the free, the good, Impatient waits to hail the hour, That crowns thee mistress of the flood.

You favour'd Isles whose wide domain, Spreads far as ocean swells his tide, Shall boast the glories of thy reign, And make their sovereign's choice their pride.

To distant times, th' historic page, Shall George's wond'rous acts survey; How Gallia sunk beneath his rage, And Britain own'd his milder sway.

Nor shall the lasting blessings cease, When time shall late transfer the crown, From thee shall spring a numerous race, To hand ten thousand virtues down.