Versos English Thomas Spence A NEW SONG, IN PRAISE OF Our Noble King and Happy Constitution

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A NEW SONG, IN PRAISE OF Our Noble King and Happy Constitution

by (1832–1900)

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Britannia now befriend me, Good Britons all attend me, Your kind assistance lend me, Our happiness to sing; Then quick associate, That we may contemplate, Our GLORIOUS REVOLUTION! Our HAPPY CONSTITUTION! Our BISHOPS thumping cushion! And our MOST NOBLE KING!

Most gracious Proclamations, With Richmond's operations, And grand Associations, Portend some happy thing. With festive joy elate, Then let's commemorate, Our Glorious Revolution! Our Happy Constitution! Our Bishops thumping cushion! And out Most Noble King!

Court bribery and pensions, Which PAINE so rudely mentions, Are all his own inventions, We know there's no such thing. How vain his silly prate! He tried to make us hate Our Glorious Revolution! Our Happy Constitution! Our Bishops thumping cushion! And our Most noble King!

Our Commons free election Must silence each objection; That summit of perfection, Defies pale Envy's sting. Nor fee or place expect, They love, obey, respect, Our Glorious Revolution! Our Happy Constitution! Our Bishops thumping cushion! And our Most Noble King!

Our laws—the admiration Of all the wide creation; And their just application, A much more wond'rous thing! So plain, distinct, and short, Our lawyers can't distort! O Glorious Revolution! O Happy Constitution! Damnation, Prosecution! For traitors to our King!

How small is the donation, For Bishops avocation! They pray for all the nation, And Heaven's blessings bring: Ten Thousand Pounds a year, Cannot be thought too dear! O Glorious Revolution! O Happy Constitution! Long may they thump the cushion, And cry "God save the King!"

Disburthen'd of Taxation, O joyful declaration! From PITT'S administration, Do all our Bounties spring! He's paid the nation's debt, Which proves he don't forget Our Glorious Revolution! Our Happy Constitution! Our Bishops thumping cushion! And our Most Noble King!

And now to make conclusion, To ev'ry Sect's delusion, And all REFORM—confusion; May its Promoters swing! Then fill your glass with me, And give, with three times three, Our GLORIOUS REVOLUTION! Our HAPPY CONSTITUTION! Our BISHOPS thumping cushion! And our MOST NOBLE KING!