# THE RETURN OF THE ROSE.

WEEP not ye streams of silver Thames,
Nor mourn ye flow'ry fields and plains;
But welcome with a merry strain,
The Rose of England home again.

O 'tis her voice, I heard the sound,
Spread the joyful news around,
The time is come when England's Rose
Shall all its Royal sweets disclose.

Long did our royal warderer roam,
An exile from her native home;
With broken heart—and tearful eye,
She drank the cup of sorrow dry.

Her Daughter whom she dearly lov'd,
By cruel death has been remov'd;
But let us hope her griefs are o'er,
And that our Queen shall weep no more.

Weep not ye streams of silver Thames,
Nor mourn ye flow'ry hills and plains;
But welcome with a merry strain,
The QUEEN of England home again.

Printed by R. Lane, Bridewell-Alley, Norwich.

## Caroline's Return.

O LET the silver trumpet sound,
And the joyful bells ring round;
Let us sing and dance and play,
For this is Britons holiday.
For Caroline we long did mourn,
We thought she never would return;
But now she's landed on our shore,
And shall never leave us more.

Her foes are fill'd with spleen and spite
They show their teeth—but cannot bite.
Her virtuous worth may them defy
With all their arts and knavery.
A trusty friend unto the poor,
She never spunn'd them from the door;
Long may she live—the powers divine
Will bless our gracious Caroline.

Then let us all unite to praise,
Our Royal King and Queen always,
Also brave Wood we'll toast his name,
His Independence claims the same.
Then haste my boys and fill the glass,
And round the flowing bowl shall pass,
We'll sing and toast in sparkling wine,
Long life and peace to Caroline.