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The Crown's Succession is past all fear,
Great Britain's Kingdoms have fix'd an Heir,
And Princess Sophia runs glib in Church-Prayer,
  Defying all Chances hereafter:

France must forgive the Welsh Prince's Score,
For him to bring new Pretensions o'er;
Now politick Scotland has shut her Back-door,
  I think is a thing worthy Laughter.

Since Happy Union, all Hearts commands
The Plads, and Bonnets, and Cloak, and Bands,
With long pleated Cassock must join and shake Hands,
  Most Friendly in every Station.

Oh Scotland, Scotland, old Faults we wave,
Thank Royal Ann for the Prize She gave,
Prove Loyal, and truly we know you are brave,
  Then Britain will be a blest Nation.

Rejoice then, Caledonian Sons,
Sound loud your Trumpets, and fire your Guns,
Whilst Dutyful Thanks the swift Season out-runs,
  In Volumes of Loyal Addresses.

Let Edinborough with Praise abound,
The Kirk dole Sanctified Hymns around,
Whilst Pauls with its Organ in ravishing Sound,
  Cælestial Devotion expresses.

Tell both the Poles how our Glorious Ann,
A Labour several Kings began,
Yet fail'd to effect, has concluded, and done,
  T' Eternize her wonderful Story.

With Albany a blest Union made,
Increas'd our Power, improv'd their Trade,
And taken from Mounsieur the Means to invade,
  Eclipsing his dazling Vainglory.