From The musical repository, pp55-56, 1799.

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OLD ENGLAND O.

 Huzza! my boys, for England O,
 My boys, huzza! for England O;
 Faction soon shall prostrate lie,
 And the wreaths of victory
 shall adorn the brow of Old England O.
 Faction soon shall prostrate lie,
 And the wreaths of victory
 Shall adorn the brow of Old England O.

 Old Neptune's pride is England O,
 Old Nepture's pride is England O,
 To her mild and equal reign,
 He resign'd the liquid main,
 And the queen of the seas is Old England O.
	To her mild, &c.

 We dearly love Old England O,
 We dearly love Old England O;
 Let us then our rights maintain,
 And in steady faith remain,
 The loyal sons of Old England O.
	Let us then, &c.

 For shame! ye sons of England O,
 Ye bastard sons of England O,
 To forge the trait'rous pike and lance,
 And court the smiles of mad'ning France,
 All intent on the ruin of England O.
	To forge, &c.

 Reflect, ye sons of England O,
 Deluded sons of England O,
 Is not your peace and safety fled?
 Where doth freedom rest her head,
 But secure in the bosom of England O?
	Is not, &c.

 Then why fall out with England O?
 Or why dispute with England O?
 Is she not a parent kind?
 Then give resentment to the wind,
 And again be the friends of Old England O.
 	Is she not, &c.

 Your glasses fill to England O,
 A bumper charge to England O;
 Long may she give the nations peace,
 And may her empire never cease,
 Nor French mobs be thought friends of Old England O.
 	Long may, &c.