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FRom Dunkirk one Night, they stole out in a fright,
To Insult our Faith's Royal Defender;
But some Dæmon in th' dark, made 'em out-run the mark,
And so baulk the invading Pretender:
Whilst the Mounsieur in heat, sent Express to each State,
That in Scotland he straight should be Crown'd;
But instead of that Reign, he must take him again,
Laugh Jolly bold Britains, laugh, laugh,
Laugh at him Europe all round.
Would my Country-men know, how this comes to be so,
And how He and his Slaves are so hearty;
Be ye Commons or Lords, in a few honest words,
'Tis explain'd they are all of a Party:
And tho' poor as Rats, without Coyn or Estates,
Only what the most Christian will spare;
They Unite against the Foe, ah, let us do but so;
Ye Jolly bold Britains then, then,
Then let 'em come if they dare.
Long live Gracious Ann, let her flourishing Reign,
Give her safety and Glory for ever;
Let no more Northern Scribes, sell her Kingdom for bribes,
Nor the Brittish to plague it endeavour:
Let the Dutch Troops obey, and give Marlborough his way,
Let great Hannover mind his Affair;
Let brave Prince Eugene, lead his Troops once again,
Ye haughty French boasters then, then,
Then stand your Ground if you dare.
