Great Britain's Union; Or Litchfield Races Transposed
A NEW PRINT, and BALLAD,

To the Tune of The First of August, or, &c.

I.

YE Subjects of true British Race,
Whether old Whig or Tory;
Regard no Penfion, Power or Place,
But act for Britain's Glory:
So while you may our Rights difplay,
That no Time-serving Knaves bear Sway;
But all endeavour to make Way,
For others great in Story.

II.

Think well upon, what oft you've fwore,
And fhow your felves once loyal;
Remember in good Days of Yore;
The Fruits of fuch like Trial:
Your Griefs declare, let none defpair,
No Threats or Dangers ever fear;
But, for Redrefs, due Courfes ſteer,
And curſe upon Denial.

III.

Confider now, your Country dear,
Her Wrongs, and long Vexation,
That Taxes muſt increafe each Year.
Without a— Reformation:
Strive to maintain, a happy Reign,
In Spight of either France or Spain,
And then desſpife the curled Train,
That have ruin'd quite our Nation.

IV.

Not Whig, or Tory, is the Caufe,
So proper to determine;
As to ſupport Old England's Laws
Agajnſt devouring Vermin:
Thofe Lociuſs vile, that do our Ile,
By Fraud and Treachery beguile,
While others do in Plenty ſmile,
'Pon Continent of German.

V.

Then let each brave, true British Soul,
Come to a Refolution;
And join, as one, without Controul,
To ſave the Conſtitution;
From Traitors all, both great and ſmall,
That do our Liberties enthral,
Whereby flat, to the Ground does fall,
The Caufe of Revolution.

VI.

May that all honest Men unite,
In lawful Vindication,
Of what is ev'ry Briton's Right,
In ſpite of Innovation:
Let Wrangling ceafe, true Love increafe,
And each confult poor England's Peace;
Tho' nothing can our Burdens eafe,
But ſpeedy Regulation.