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A bird delicious to the taste, / On which an army once did feast, / Sent by an hand unseen; / A creature of the horned race, / Which Britain's royal standards grace; / A gem of vivid green; / II
A town of gaiety and sport, / Where beaux and beauteous nymphs resort, / And gallantry doth reign; / A Dardan hero fam'd of old
For youth and beauty, as we're told, / And by a monarch slain; / III
A peer of popular applause, / Who doth our violated laws, / And grievances proclaim.
Th' initials show a vanquish'd town, / That adds fresh glory and renown
To old Britannia's fame.