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Pub. London, c.1805. Income tax had been introduced by Pitt the Younger in 1798, to help fund the wars against France. Webbe also embedded the national anthem in another glee of similar date, "British sentiments".
Lyrics: Anon, probably the composer
My pocket's low and taxes high;
Ah! I could sit me down and cry
But why despair? The times may mend
Our loyalty shall us befriend.
God save great George our king,
Long live our noble king,
God save our king.
Send him victorious, happy and glorious,
Long to reign over us,
God save our king.
Propitious fortune yet may smile
On fair Britannia's sea-girt isle,
Then poverty shall take her flight,
And we will sing by day and night:
God save great George our king,
Long live our noble king,
God save our king.
Send him victorious, happy and glorious,
Long to reign over us,
God save our king.
My pocket's low and taxes high;
Ah! I could sit me down and cry
But why despair? The times may mend
Our loyalty shall us befriend.
God save great George our king,
Long live our noble king,
God save our king.
Send him victorious, happy and glorious,
Long to reign over us,
God save our king.
Propitious fortune yet may smile
On fair Britannia's sea-girt isle,
Then poverty shall take her flight,
And we will sing by day and night:
God save great George our king,
Long live our noble king,
God save our king.
Send him victorious, happy and glorious,
Long to reign over us,
God save our king.