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FATE had design'd this worst of all Ages,
  For Christian Valour a glorious doom;
This the Grand Signior's prowess inrages,
  Who thought a Million would soon o'ercome:
Mahomet sent the great Mufti a Vision,
How all the Germans bemoan'd their Condition,
          Squadrons were scanted,
          Officers wanted,
  Only Eugene for Christendom.

Two Hundred thousand made the Turks Army,
  Three quarters more then in Fight prevail;
Not so the Germans who could alarm ye,
  Only with Valour when forces fail:
Now the Grand Vizier his Musselmen treating,
Swore the poor handfuls were scarce worth his beating,
          But not performing,
          Brave Eugene storming,
  All ran away from proud Horse-tails.

Now soars the Cross, and now flys the Cressent,
  Thousands now wait the Victorious prize;
Now bloody Wounds and groans are incessant,
  Now the bold Vizier dispairing dies:
Farewel the Grandure of Ottoman power,
Thinking the brightness of Christians to lower
          Brave Eugene's story,
          Blooms with fresh Glory,
  Whilst Christendom old Faith enjoys.