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John Sale
(1756 - 1827)
With my jug of brown ale
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"A collection of new glees composed by John Sale..." London, c.1800.
Lyrics: Anon, probably the composer
With my jug of brown ale I defy every care;
I quaff and I laugh and I ever will sing
The strain of an Englishman, free as the air;
Success to my country and health to my king.
May Old England be happy, as happy can be,
May her tars and her soldiers be valiant and true.
To be loyal my lads is the way to be free,
A truth Father Time has transmitted to you.
Here's a health to our monarch and long may he reign,
The blessing of England, its glory and pride,
May his troops grace the land and his fleets rule the main,
And may Charlotte long sit on the throne by his side.
With my jug of brown ale I defy every care;
I quaff and I laugh and I ever will sing
The strain of an Englishman, free as the air;
Success to my country and health to my king.
May Old England be happy, as happy can be,
May her tars and her soldiers be valiant and true.
To be loyal my lads is the way to be free,
A truth Father Time has transmitted to you.
Here's a health to our monarch and long may he reign,
The blessing of England, its glory and pride,
May his troops grace the land and his fleets rule the main,
And may Charlotte long sit on the throne by his side.