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First drink a health, this solemn night, / A health to England, every guest; / That man's the best cosmopolite / Who loves his native country best. / May Freedom's oak for ever live / With stronger life from day to day; / That man's the best Conservative / Who lops the mouldered branch away. / Hands all round! / God the tyrant's hope confound! / To this great cause of Freedom drink, my friends, / And the great name of England round and round.
A health to Europe's honest men! / Heaven guard them from her tyrants' jails! / From wronged Poerio's noisome den, / From iron limbs and tortured nails! / We curse the crimes of Southern kings, / The Russian whips and Austrian rods / We likewise have our evil things; / Too much we make our Ledgers, Gods. / Yet hands all round! / God the tyrant's cause confound! / To Europe's better health we drink, my friends, / And the great name of England round and round.