And bade him strike without remorse,
When I let my handkerchief fall,
Do you proceed by that signal.
With eyes and hands lift up in pray’r,
Most earnestly he did require,
The pray’rs of’s greatest enemie,
And all the crowd around that be,
In the fatal moment of exit,
That Jesus might receive his sp’rit,
Pray’d for King George most fervently,