Move on with Fame, all ye Triumphant Days,
To Britain's Honour, and to Cæsar's Praise;
Let no short Hour of this Year's bounded Time,
Pass by without some Act sublime:
Great William, Champion of the Mighty States,
And all the Princes the Confederates:
Ploughs the Green Neptune, whilst to waft Him o'er,
The Fates stand smiling on the Belgick Shore;
And now the Gallick Genius Trembles,
How e'er she Pannick Fear dissembles;
To know the Mighty League, and view the Mighty Pow'r:
So when the Persian Pride of old,
Disdain'd their God the Sun,
With Armies, and more powerful Gold,
Did half the World o'er run,
Brave Alexander chang'd their Scorn to Awe,
And came and fought, and Conquer'd like Nassau.
Then welcome Wondrous Year,
More Happy and Serene,
Than any ever did appear,
To bless Great Cæsar and his Queen:
May every Hour encrease their Fames;
Whilst Ecchoing Skies resound their Names:
And when Unbounded Joy, and the Excess }
Of all that can be found in Human Bliss, }
Fall on 'em, may each Year be still like this, }
Health, Fortune, Granduer, Fame, and Victory,
And Crowning all, a Life, long as Eternity.
CHORUS.
Come ye Sons of Great Apollo,
Let your Charming Consorts follow;
Sing of Triumph, sing of Beauty,
Sing soft Ayres of Loyal Duty;
Give to Cæsar's Royal Fair,
Songs of Joy to Calm her Care;
Bid the less Auspicious Year Adieu,
And give her joyful Welcomes to the New.
