The Poor Royal
Stranger,

J. Pitts Printer and Wholesale Toy Warehouse
6 Great st. Andrew street 7 dials

Y
E fair of this Island fam'd for commence
and arts,
[soft hearts.
Gallant soldiers, brave seamen and beauty's
attend to my sorrows to the plaint that shall come
From a poor Royal Stranger that now has no home
To the pride of ambition by the great highly
priz'd,
To the pride of my family I was acrific'd
I was brought to this Island my duty to prove
and wed to a man whom I dearly did love.
I bore a sweet daug hter oth ovely and fair
But for me nor my child my dread lord did not
care,

To seek peace in retirement I now was reduc'd
Yet when in retirement my fame was traduc'd
My nocent babe was my only solace [face
And m> chief earthly joy when she smil'd in my
but when grown to years my companion to be
My da"ling dear daughter was forced from me.
My arlike old father in the field met his
death (breath.
My affectionate mother had resign d her last
in revenging his sire my dear brother too
Fell a victim to honor at fam'd Waterloo,
Deptived of all friends to find peace and content
I travelled all over the wide Continent (die.
and while I was gone my lov d Charlotte did
and I was not present to receive her last sigh
Who steals from my purse may be tempted by
need [indeed

But who filches my ' Good Name. are villians
My fair reputation they now would take from
A poor Royal Stranger who alas has no home.
C ne friend still is left me on whom I will rely
The friend of the just I mean the Most High
Unconscious of guilt on his presence divine
No blush stains the cheeks of wrong'd Caroline
The God of all Justice himself must be just
And never forsake those who in Him put their
trust (I will smile
am my poor grateful thanks through my tears
Islegenerous kind hee-ted dear friends of the
Yet

Britons Claim her as
your Queen !!

An Addrefs from Britannia.

Printed & sold by J. Pitts, 6. Great Andrew street, 7 Dials

BRITONS! who have ever been,
In Honour's caufe the foremost
seen
Welcome home your Royal Queen,
To England once again!
Now's the day and now's the hour,
Chafe away the clouds that low'r,
Crush at once the villain's pow'r,
Who dares infults the Queen

Who will be a treacherous knave ?
Who will be a perjur'd slave ?
Let him sink into his grave.
Never more to rife.
Who, for injur'd innocence,
Will not stand in her defence,
Banish perfecution hence,
Virtue is her shield !

By the conduct she has shown,
By her right to share the throne,
Britons claim her as your own!
Claim her as your Queen!
Lay Calumny and Falsification low,
Justice strikes th' avenging blow!
Rid Caroline of every foe;
For ever may she reign.

Pitts, Wholesale Toy Warehouse.