RUTLANDs Bounty:
OR,
BASLOW BELLS.
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COME--Now let us sing to the Honour,
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And fame of our excellent Friend;
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To RUTLAND our Duke and great Donor,
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Lets Bumper about without End.
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CHORUS.
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Lets ever remember great RUTLAND,
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In Glasses filld up to the Brim,
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For seek through the Kingdoms of Britain,
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Youll find but few Nobles like him.
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This Favour so kind undertook,
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Shall eccho from Rocks and from Hills;
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(To publish the Fame of the Duke,)
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Excited by Voices and Bells.
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Then lets, etc.
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Well merit as much as we can,
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For what we deserve we shall have
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Of RUTLAND;--for he is the Man
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Thats generous, friendly and brave.
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Then let us, etc.
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The Records of this present Age,
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To all Generations will tell;
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Who finishd this musical Cage,
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By giving a FIFTY POUND BELL.
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Then let us, etc.
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When Taxes and Tolls do advance,
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By War interrupting the Peace;
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Great RUTLAND defrays the Expence,
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His well belovd Tenants to ease.
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Then let us, etc.
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The MINERs of every Hill,
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Where Homage to RUTLAND is du[e]
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Do feel the kind Acts of his Will,
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And kindly acknowledge em too.
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Then let us, etc.
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To GRANBY well drink a deep Toast,
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And to each other Branch of his Grace:
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Of the SQUIRE at Hassop well boast,
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And Bumper him round in due Place.
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Still let us, etc.
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To th STEWARD well fill up a Cup,
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Of the best this Place doth afford;
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To him well bottom it up,
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As Friend both to Tenant and Lord.
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Still let us, etc.
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To all who have freely paid down,
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Well Tipple their Healths in one Sum;
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But of those who have lackd that Renown
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Well ever be silent and mum.
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Still let us, etc.
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Well furnishd with Bells, well rejoice,
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And sing of the DUKE whom we prize;
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His Dignity stirs up each Voice,
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To Trumpet his Fame through the Skies.
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Then let us, etc.
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His Health and Prosperity still,
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Deep stampd on our Hearts will remain;
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For when he receives good or ill,
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We share of the Pleasure or Pain.
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Then let us, etc.
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