The Rose of
ALBION,

Tune—Rose Bud of Summer,

J. Pitts. Printer, and Wholesale Toy Warehouse,
house, 6, Great St Andrew street. 7 Dials

BLOW softly ye breezes; and waft o'er the
proud billows,
The bark which contain'd our lov'd Caroline
dear,
ye angels of Peace Oh! watch over her pillow
And ever defend her when danger is near,

Be hush'd every rumour which malice invent
ed
Her fair spotless fame still triumphantly shines
the fair Rose of Albion its sweets yet untaint-
ed.
still blooms in our much loved Queen Ca-
roline,

Long time each true Briton her absence has
mourn'd
Now gladly he welcomes her to this lov'd shore
When Caroline has to Old England return'd,
With Britons she'll dwell—and will leave
them no more—Blow softly, &c.