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Hail mighty Marlborough, great Eugene,
Thanks for your glorious toile;
And 'mongst the best of Marshal men,
Nassau and brave Argyle:
Warriours in honours bed who lye,
Whose fame shall ever spring,
Take for reward perpetual joy;
Whose great renown we sing:
Mounsieur, Mounsieur, leave off Spain,
To think to hold it is in vain,
Thy Warriours are too few;
Thy Martials must be new,
Worse losses will ensue:
Then without more ado
Be wise, and strait call home, Petite Anjou.

Forty long years thou hast in gore
Been dabling up and down;
Seek now Imperial Crowns no more,
But plot to save thy own:
Sweden the buckler to thy arm,
Fomenter of the war;
Who kept thy blind Ambition warm,
Flyes from the frozen Czar:
Fill then a glass each Brittish heart,
From this great Health let no one start;
Here's to our happy Queen,
To Marlborough and Eugene:
And those that shortly mean,
To wade the River Sein,
'Tis, 'tis a Cordial rare to cure the Spleen.