Old mother Church disdains
The vile dissenting strains,
That round her ring;
She keeps her dignity,
And, scorning faction’s cry,
Sings with sincerity,
God save the King!
Sedition is their creed;
Feigned sheep, but wolves indeed,
How can we trust?
Old mother Church disdains
The vile dissenting strains,
That round her ring;
She keeps her dignity,
And, scorning faction’s cry,
Sings with sincerity,
God save the King!
Sedition is their creed;
Feigned sheep, but wolves indeed,
How can we trust?