Classic Poem

Tune, God save the King .

1.

God save our native Land!
To whom Northumberland
Happiness brings;
To make our Bliss compleat,
He comes with Love repleat;
Sent us by G EORGE the Great!
Our best of Kings!

2.

Strike, strike the Harp in Praise,
Of our lov'd Monarch! — raise
Your Voice and sing,
Extatic be the Lay,
Our Wishes to convey;
Each true Hibernian pray
God save the King!

3.

Full fraught with ev'ry Grace,
In Person, Mind and Face,
Percy behold!
G EORGE sought the Man to find,
Free, gen'rous, noble, kind,
And found in Percy 's Mind
Virtue enroll'd.

4.

He is an Abstract fair
Of all those Virtues rare
That daily spring,
In our lov'd Monarch's Breast;
Percy ! in Wisdom dress'd!
Must make this People blest;
God save the King!

5.

Fill to the Brim, each Glass,
Let us the World surpass
In Loyalty;
Let ev'ry Action, shew
How we united grow
A Terror to our Foe,
When we agree.

6.

May Percy! Health command;
Of Fair Northumberland
Each Valley ring;
Blessing — by all she's blest,
Of Virtues Rare possest:
Which in her Sons confest,
Happily spring.

7.

Joy to us all around,
Let us with Mirth abound
In Concert sing;
Each true Heart, join his Voice,
With one Accord rejoice,
And bless the happy Choice
Of G EORGE , our King.