Pish, I had e'en as good go out again, 327 The humerous Author of this, When Britain's prosperous Fortune, Pills to Purge Melancholy. VOL. VI. A BALLAD on the Battle of Audenard. E Commons and Peers, Pray lend me your Ears, I'll Sing you a Song if I can ; How Lewis le Grand, Was put to a Stand, By the Arms of our Gracious Queen ANN. VOL. VI. B How How his Army so great, Not far from the River of Dender; Gallop'd off with the Popish Pretender. To a Steeple on High, Up Mounted these clever young Men; They saw so much Fire, Unto young Burgundy, Wou'd your Brother and you were at Home. Just so did he say When without more delay, Away the young Gentry fled; Whose Heels for that Work Were much lighter than Cork, But their Hearts were more heavy than Lead. Not so did behave The young Hannover brave But charg'd still on Foot like a Fury. When Death flew about Aloud he call'd out, Ho! you Chevalier of St. GEORGE; If you'll never stand By Sea nor by Land, Pretender, that Title you forge. Thus Thus boldly he stood, As became that high Blood, Which runs in his Veins so blue; This Gallant young Man Being kin to Queen ANN, Fought as were she a Man, she wou'd do. What a Racket was here, (I think 'twas last Year) We have drawn the Putts in Tho' Bruges and Ghent, With her sorrowful King From their Dream of Success, They'll awaken we guess At the sound of Great Marlborough's Drums; They may think if they will Of Almanza still, But 'tis Blenheim wherever he comes. O Lewis perplex'd, What General's next? Thou hast hitherto chang'd 'em in vain ; If no new ones are found, We'll let Tallard out If he'll take t'other bout; And much he's improv'd let me tell ye, With Nottingham Ale, At every Meal, And good Pudding and Beef in his Belly. |