Classic Poem

When a vile rebel balks from Britannia's strong hand
Would fain pluck the Sceptre and Ball,
For our Church and our King we will fight or we'll sing;
And with them we will stand or will fall.
Then come let us play,
And keep holiday
To celebrate Church and King.

A Club so renown'd, with such choice Spirits crown'd;
Where honour and humour attend;
Should not flag or decay while the Sun rules the day,
Nor till Time his long journey shall end.

Thus united we'll meet, while our Army and Fleet
The fame of old England advance;
Till from East to the West we stand victors confest
O'er the Congress, the Spaniards and France!

When that æra arrives, with our Sweethearts and Wives
In Chorus we'll joyfully sing
A hymn to sweet Peace; may her blessings increase,
And surround both the Church and the King!
Oh, then how we'll play,
And keep holiday,
To celebrate Church and King!