Аннотация:OUR fubjedts hope, dread Sire--The crown upon your brows may flourish long, And that your arm may in your God be drong !O may your fceptre num'rous nations fway.And all with love and readinefs obey !But how fliall we the Britijh king reward ! 5 Rule thou in peace, our father, and our lord !Midd the remembrance of thy favours pad, The meaned peafants mod admire the lad.* May George, belov'd by all the nations round.Live with heav'ns choiced condant blefiings crown'd! 10Great God, diredt, and guard him from on high.And from his head let ev'ry evil
