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NOW Britain, now hold up thy Head, / Thy Foes are in Disgrace; Against good Brunswick Mum. [with variation] Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 883 New BALLAD New BALLAD New BALLAD ?-?

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I. NOW Britain, now hold up thy Head, Thy Foes are in Disgrace; And Harry, who not long since said, No Whig should keep his Place, May sigh and sob, and follow Bob, Well dreading what's to come; French Wine he lov'd, but always mov[?] Against good Brunswick Mum. II. But we're convinc'd by our late Peace, There's Poison in French Wine: We saw ourselves in desperate Case, And all our Strength decline. But Heaven sent for to prevent Those Ills that were to come: And show'd our Cure was only sure In good right Brunswick Mum. III. Now this spruce Liquor will revive Our Merchant's drooping Hearts, And make our Manufactures thrive Abroad in Foreign Parts. The Parliament with one Consent. Shall every Trickster doom: For Bourbon's Pay no more can sway, Since we drink Brunswick Mum. IV. The Popish Priests Te Deum sing For the young Chevalier: Tho' Lewis should proclaim him King, Yet we need nothing fear. His Friends are out, then who can doubt Of happy Times to come: For Conquering JOHN, to France well known Drinks deep of Brunswick Mum. V. The Catalans will be reliev'd, Who fight for Liberty: Their Fate, long, honest Men has griev'd, But could not set them free: Bob and Harry made all miscarry, Who for Relief did come; For French Pistoles had brib'd their Souls To banish Brunswick Mum. VI. The Jacobite poor scribling Crew, Who wrote for the Pretender; The Monitor and Abel too Their Pensions must surrender. Th' Examiners Care no more shall dare To threaten what's to come; For to asswage their Popish Rage, We'll give them Brunswick Mum. VII. Now, now, true Protestants rejoyce, Stand by your Laws and King; Now you've proclaim'd the Nation's Choice, Let traiterous Rebels swing: Let Royal George the Papists scourge; To England quickly come: His Health till then, let honest Men, Drink all in Brunswick Mum.