HERE'S A HEALTH TO THE

QUEEN OF ENGLAND

               OR,

BRITAIN'S HOPES.

AIR.—" NANCY DAWSON."

ATTEND you ladies, one and all,
The rich, the poor, the great, and small,
Your kind attention I must call,
God save the Queen of England !
We shall not long be left alone,
But happiness expect at home,
With a son and heir to England's Throne,
Long live the Queen of England !
CHORUS.
Go where you will, by night or day,
Through Britain's Isle the ladies say,
Oh ! the Queen is in the family way,
The blooming Queen of England !

Two old ladies did a row begin,
Cried one I'll have a drop of gin,
Oh ! how the bells will merrily ring,
God save the Queen of England !
For the Queen is in the family way,
How do you know ? then one did say,
Why, because she can't lace up her stays,
The blooming Queen of England !
A son and heir will come to town,
To please the nation all around,
Mark'd with one hundred thousand pound,
God save the Queen of England !
It will disappoint, you'll understand,
A Don Giovanni rum old man,
Who can't come here to Cumber-the-land,
Here's a health to the Queen of England !
The ladies say they are fond of males,
Oh dear ! bawl'd one, don't tell no tales,
Hurrah ! hurrah ! for a Prince of Wales,
And a health to the Queen of England !
Would not it look well in pleasant weather,
If all the ladies gay and clever,
Should tumble in the straw together,
God save the Queen of England !
Cried old John Bull, as I'm forlorn,
Whene'er a Prince of Wales is born,

With jewels I will him adorn,
And love the Queen of England !
I will with him with a sword so bright,
A musket shall be his delight,
And like a Briton he shall fight,
For the glorious Queen of England !

A Lord and his Lady had a row,
And I thought they would have fought just now,
And it was all about, I vow,
The glorious Queen of England !
Said the Lord, the Queen will have a son,
Lord, cried the Lady, hold your tongue,
She's done no more than I have done,
God save the Queen of England !

A Countess bawled aloud, I ween,
There's a gallows row about the Queen,
Why scarce three months she's married been,
The blooming Queen of England !
And I have been married twenty-three,
But I can't get a son, you see,
And I know I have tried as hard as she,
Success to the Queen of England!

If the Queen should have a son, you see,
Won't the old women have a spree?
Singing rifum-tifum skilligolee,
Here's a health to the Queen of England !
So all you blooming maidens fair,
Get in the fashion every where,
Sing ana strive to get a son and heir,
Long live the Queen of England!

There's scores of ladies in the land,
All getting ready out of hand,
For the royal christening we understand,
Success to the Queen of England !
And on that day the bells shall ring,
They will take the duty off the gin,
They will drink a health to our future king,
And the glorious Queen of England.

Printed by George Walker, Jun., Sadler-Street Durham.—Sold by John Livsey, 43, Hanover-Street, Shudehill,
Manchester.
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