A health, to be sung and drank by all honest Britons, upon the arrival of his sacred majesty King George, and his Royal Highness the Prince, at Greenwich, and forever after. Most humbly offer'd to the consideration of Oxford, Bolingbroke, Strafford, ... To the tune of, Fye soldiers, fye, why so melancholy, boys.
[London?,
1714]
A slip-song - "Our glorious monarch's come,".
ESTC
Foxon,