God save the King

Melodie
1. God save our gracious King,
Long live our noble King,
God save the King!
Send him victorious,
Happy and glorious,
Long to reign over us;
God save the King!

2. O Lord our God arise,
Scatter his enemies
And make them fall;
Confound their politics,
Frustrate their knavish tricks,
On Thee our hopes we fix,
God save us all!

  3. Not in this land alone,
But be God's mercies known,
From shore to shore!
Lord make the nations see,
That men should brothers be,
And form one family,
The wide world over.

4. From every latent foe,
From the assassins blow,
God save the King!
O'er him's thine arm extend,
For Britain's sake defend,
Our father, prince, and friend,
God save the King!

5. Lord grant that Marshal Wade
May by thy mighty aid
Victory bring.
May he sedition hush,
And like a torrent rush,
Rebellious Scots to crush.
God save the King!

The British Grenadiers

Melodie Der Soldat
Some talk of Alexander,
And some of Hercules
Of Hector and Lysander,
And such great names as these.
|: But of all the world's great heroes,
There's none that can compare
With a tow, row, row, row, row, row,
To the British Grenadier. :|

2. None of those ancient heroes
ever saw a cannonball.
Or knew the force of powder
To slay their foes withall.
|: But our brave boys do know it,
And banish all their fears,
Sing tow, row, row, row, row, row,
For the British Grenadier. :|

3. Whene'er we are commanded
To storm the palisades
Our leaders march with fusees,
And we with hand grenades.
|: We throw them from the glacis,
About the enemies' ears.
Sing tow, row, row, row, row, row,
The British Grenadiers. :|

 4. And when the siege is over,
We to the town repair
The townsmen cry, "Hurra, boys,
Here comes a Grenadier!"
|: Here come the Grenadiers, my boys,
Who know no doubts or fears!
Then sing tow, row, row, row, row, row,
The British Grenadiers. :|

5. The god of war was pleased
and great belova smiles
to see the noble heroes
of our british isles.
|: And all the gods celestrials
descending from their sheres
behold with adoration
The British Grenadiers. :|

6. Then let us fill a bumper,
And drink a health to those
Who carry caps and pouches,
And wear the louped clothes.
|: May they and their commanders
Live happy all their years
With a tow, row, row, row, row, row,
For the British Grenadiers. :|

The Drummer Boy

Melodie
The drummer boy to the war was gone
in the ranks of death you will find him.
His fathers sword he has girded on
and his wild drum slung before him.
Land of song said the warrior bard
though all the world be tray thee.
One sword at least thy rights shall guard
one faithful drum shall praise thee.
 The drummer fell but the foemans chain
could not bring his proud soul under.
The drum he lov´d ne´er spoke again
for he tore its chords assunder.
And said no chains shall sully thee
thou soul of love and bravery.
Thy songs were made for the pure and free
they shall never sound in slavery.

 Trommler

Rule Britania

Melodie
When Britain first at Heaven's command
Arose from out the azure main,
This was the charter of her land,
And guardian angels sung the strain:
Rule, Britannia! Britannia rule the waves!
Britons never shall be slaves.

The nations not so blest as thee
Must in their turn to tyrants fall,
Whilst thou shalt flourish great and free,
The dread and envy of them all.

Still more majestic shalt thou rise,
More dreadful from each foreign stroke;
As the loud blast that tears the skies
Serves but to root thy native oak.

Thee haughty tyrants ne'er shall tame;
All their attempts to bend thee down
Will but arouse thy generouse flame,
And work their voe and thy renown.

To thee belongs the rural reign;
Thy cities shall with commerce shine;
All thine shall be the subject main,
And every shore it circles thine!

The Muses, still with Freedom found,
Shall to thy happy coast repair;
Blest Isle, with matchless beauty crown'd,
And manly hearts to guard the fair:-
Rule, Britannia! Britannia rule the waves!
Britons never shall be slaves!

Over the hills

Melodie
Hark now the drums beat up again
For all true soldier gentlemen
So let us list and march I say
And go over the hills and far away
Chorus:
Over the hills, and o'er the main
To Flanders, Portugal and Spain
Queen Anne commands and we'll obey
And go over the hills and far away.

2. There's twenty shillings on the drum
For him that with us freely comes
'Tis volunteers shall win the day
Over the hills and far away.
Chorus:

3. Come gentlemen that have a mind
To serve a queen that's good and kind
Come list and enter in to pay
And go over the hills and far away.
Chorus: 		4. And we shall live more happy lives
Free of squalling brats and wives
Who nag and vex us every day
So its over the hills and far away.
Chorus:

5. Prentice Tom may well refuse
To wipe his angry master's shoes
For now he's free to run and play
Over the hills and far away.
Chorus:

6. No more from sound of drum retreat
When Marlborough and Galway beat
The French and Spaniards every day
Over the hills and far away.
Chorus:

Rock of Ages

Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee;
Let the water and the blood,
From Thy wounded side which flowed,
Be of sin the double cure,
Save from wrath and make me pure.

2. Not the labors of my hands
Can fulfill Thy law's demands;
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears forever flow,
All for sin could not atone;
Thou must save, and Thou alone.
 3. Nothing in my hand I bring,
Simply to the cross I cling;
Naked, come to Thee for dress;
Helpless look to Thee for grace;
Foul, I to the fountain fly;
Wash me, Savior, or I die.

4. While I draw this fleeting breath,
When mine eyes shall close in death,
When I soar to worlds unknown,
And behold Thee on Thy throne,
Rock of ages cleft for me,
Let me hide myself in Thee.
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