A New SONG, Inscrib'd to the brave Men of Kent, made in Honour of the Nobility and Gentry of that Renown'd and Ancient County. WE WHEN Harrold was Invaded, Through Gore to pull him down : CHORUS. Sing, sing in Praise of Men of Kent, The hardy stout Free-holders, And thought how he might need 'em ; And when by Barons wrangling, Had banish'd England's Peace, The Men of Kent to Battle went, They fear'd no Wild confusion; But joyn'd with York, soon did the work, Then sing in Praise, &c. At At Hunting, or the Race too, None like a Kentish Beau : All blest with Health, and as for Wealth, The Generous, Brave and Hearty, The promis'd Land of Blessing, Is now, in right Possessing, For Canaan sure was Kent: The Dome at Knoll, by Fame enroll'd The Hops, the Beer, the Cherrys here, May fill a famous Story. Then sing in Praise of Kentish Men, An An ODE on Queen MARY: Set by Mr. Henry Purcell, and the Notes to be found in his Orpheus Brittanicus. IGH on a Throne of glittering Ore, H Exalted by Almighty fate; Out-shining the bright Jem she wore, The dazling Beams of Majesty, Since Vertue is the chiefest good, Gay Power should only be her Dress; Glory is but a Flattering dream The fawning croud of Slaves that Bow, So much above it sits my Soul. She spoke, whilst Gods unseen, that stood Ad |