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Leaflet, "Patriotic Song Sheet"

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PATRIOTIC SONG SHEET.

1. GOD SAVE THE KING. God save our gracious King, Long live our noble King, God save the King! Send him victorious, Happy and glorious, Long to reign over us: God save the King!

Thy choicest gifts in store On him be pleased to pour, Long may he reign. May he defend our laws, And ever give us cause To sing with heart and voice God save the King!

O Lord our God arise, Scatter his enemies, And make them fall. Confound their politics, Frustrate their knavish tricks. On Thee our hopes we fix, God save us all!

2. RULE, BRITANNIA. When Britain first at Heav'n's command Arose from out the azure main, Arose, arose, arose from out the azure main; This was the charter, the charter of the land, And guardian angels sang this strain. Chorus: Rule, Britannia, Britannia rule the waves; Britons never shall be slaves.

The nations not so blest as thee Must in their turn to tyrants fall, Must in their turn, must in their turn to tyrants fall; While thou shalt flourish, shalt flourish great and free, The dread and envy of them all. Chorus: Rule, Britannia, &c.

Still more majestic shalt thou rise, More dreadful from each foreign stroke, More dreadful, dreadful, dreadful from each foreign stroke; As the loud blast that tears, that tears the skies, Serves but to root thy native oak. Chorus: Rule Britannia, &c,

3. HEARTS OF OAK. Come, cheer up my lads 'tis to glory we steer, To add something more to this wonderful year: To honour we call you, not press you like slaves, For who are so free as the sons of the waves? Chorus. Hearts of Oak are our ships, jolly tars are our men, We always are ready, steady, boys, steady, We'll fight and we'll conquer again and again.,

We ne'er see our foes but we wish them to stay, They never see us but they wish us away, If they run why we follow, and run them to shore, And if they won't fight us, we cannot do more. Chorus -Hearts of Oak, &c.

Then give us a cheer and yet cheer once again, Britannia, as ever, doth rule o'er the main, Her flag floating proudly o'er every sea, Who ought if he could! but a Briton would be? Chorus - Hearts of Oak, &c.

4. THREE CHEERS FOR THE RED, WHITE AND BLUE. Britannia, the pride of the ocean, Belov'd by the brave and the free, The shrine of the sailor's devotion, What land can compare unto thee? Thy mandates make heroes assemble With Victory's bright laurels in view; They banners make tyranny tremble When borne by the Red, White and Blue.

Chorus: Three cheers for the Red, White and Blue: Three cheers for the Red, White and Blue: Three cheers for the Army and Navy, Three cheers for the Red, White and Blue.

When war spread its wide desolation, And threaten'd our land to deform, The ark, then, of Freedom's foundation, Britannia, steer'd safe through the storm! With her garlands of victory around her, See how nobly she bore her brave crew; With her flag waving proudly before her, The flag of the Red, White and Blue.

Chorus - Three cheers for the Red, White and Blue, &c.

Britannia, the pride of the ocean, And so of a truth shall she be, While true in her loyal devotion, To all that is noble and free! The fire that glows in her story, Still burns in the hearts of her sons, And her flag shall still lead her to glory When duty shall march with her guns.

Chorus - Three cheers for the Red, White and Blue, &c.

5. THE OLD BRIGADE.

Where are the boys of the old Brigade, Who fought with us side by side? Shoulder to shoulder, and blade by blade, Fought till they fell and died! Who so ready and undismayed? Who so merry and true? Where are the boys of the old Brigade? Where are the lads we knew?

Chorus - Then steadily shoulder to shoulder, Steadily blade by blade! Ready and strong, marching along Like the boys of the old Brigade! Then steadily shoulder to shoulder, Steadily blade by blade, Ready and strong, marching along Like the boys of the old Brigade.

Over the sea far away they lie, Far from the land of their love; Nations alter, the years go by, But Heav'n still is Heav'n above! Not in the Abbey proudly laid, Find they a place or part: The gallant boys of the old Brigade, They sleep in Old England's heart.

Chorus - Then steadily shoulder to shoulder, &c.