An Excellent New SONG, Call'd;
The Charmin Regent's Wish.
To a New Scotch Tune much in Request.
Roy-al and Fair great Willy's dear Blessing, the Charming Regent of the Swains, Heavy with
Care thus sad-ly Ex-pressing Her Grief, sate Weeping on the Plain, why did my Fate ex-
alt me too high, if fa-ding State must de--prive me of joy, whilst Wil-ly is gone;
Ah how vainly shines the Sun, till Fates de--cree the Winds and Sea, waft, waft Him to me.
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II.
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Large are my Flocks, and flowry my Pasture,
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Worth Treasures vast of Silver and Gold,
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Where rav'nous Wolves conspire to be Masters,
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Devour all my Lambs, and break down my Fold;
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Willy whilst here,
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Secur'd me from Fear,
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All the wild Herd stood in awe of my Dear;
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But poor helpless I,
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Mourning, Sigh, and hourly Cry,
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Let Fates decree
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The Winds and See,
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Waft Willy to me.
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III.
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Valiant and Wise, He now 'mongst the Princes
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Consults, and Acts for England's good,
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Noble and Bold his Foes he convinces,
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With Danger he's to be withstood,
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His Glory there,
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Increases my Fear,
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While to his Enemies he is so near,
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His Courage of Fire
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Makes me still wish and desire,
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That Fate decree
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The Wind and Sea,
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Waft, waft Him to me.
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IV.
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While he abroad does our Enemies vanquish,
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The rav'nous Bores and Foxes of Fr[anc]e,
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Our home-bred Wolves do hear it with anguish,
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And Scandals 'gainst his Fame advance;
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They all profess,
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That England they Love,
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Yet wish them Success, whose fierce hatred we prove.
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But they'll be content,
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They'r gross Folly to repent,
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When Fates decree
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The Wind and Sea,
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Waft, waft Him to me.
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V.
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Though Willy's Love to me is exceeding.
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Yet is his Love to Honour more.
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He cannot see brave Europe bleeding,
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But lends his Hav'n assisted Pow'r;
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Ireland has shown
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Some Wonders he has done,
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And now in Flanders new Lawrels are won,
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Then calm the my Breast,
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Free from Fear and Sorro[w] r[est]e,
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Till Fates decree
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The Wind and Sea,
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Waft Willy to me.
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