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Health, love and peace
Be all here in this place
By your leave we shall sing,
Concerning our King.
2. Our King is well-dressed
In silks of the best
In ribbons so rare
No king can compare.
3. We have travelled many miles
Over hedges and stiles,
In search of our King
Unto you we bring.
4. We have powder and shot
To conquer the lot,
We have cannon and ball
To conquer them all.
5. Old Christmas is past,
Twelve tide is the last
And we bid you adieu,
Great joy to the new.
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