An Excellent New Song,
CALLED,
An End to our Sorrows.
To the Tune of, I Laugh at the Popes Devises.
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I.
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SIng Praise to our Gracous Queen Anne,
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Who Quietly sits on Her Throne,
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Having well got rid of a Clan,
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That too Saucily Wise were grown.
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2.
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For their Councils (as well it is seen)
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And Schemes were so very Correct,
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They left no Powr in the Queen,
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Or Amendments to Make or Reject.
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3.
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Which was a Just Cause to discard m,
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And lodge the whole Power in One.
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Heavn, doubtless, will justly Reward him,
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If he Finishes, as h has begun.
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4.
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His Actions so wise are and just,
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Without any sinister Ends;
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Although he should do, what his Trust
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Will not warrant, we will be his Friends.
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5.
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His Capacitys greater by far, than
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Any Statesman that eer went before him;
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Having paid a vast Debt to a Farthing
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Without Money, for which we Adore him.
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6.
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Hell Silver in Plenty bring home
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By the Trade fixt in the South Sea;
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Which, if it to any thing Come,
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No doubt it will something be.
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7.
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Our Credit was once at a stand,
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But now tis Restord again;
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Since Nine or Ten does Command
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What with Six was endeavourd in vain.
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8.
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And Fifty per Cent. has such Savour
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Twill always our Navy supply,
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And who, for trusting his Favour,
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Can give better Reasons Why?
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9.
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But this is but part of the Sum,
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That to his great Wisdom we owe,
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A Peace he has under his Thumb,
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That does all his great Actons out-go.
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10.
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By which, of the Ballance of Power,
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We need have no farther Care;
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Since Philip, of Spain, shall Restore
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Evry Inch that Old Laws can spare.
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11.
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The Act of Succession shall be
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Confirmd to the Joy of the Naton;
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Of which, we all must agree,
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That Perkin has no Expectaton.
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Of our Trade too, is taken great Care;
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Which cannot be reckond in vain:
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For now we have nothing to fear,
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If France does her Promise Maintain.
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For th Allies; the Queston is, Whether
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(Such Care of our selves being Taken)
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Tis Materal to keep m together,
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To save one anothers Bacon.
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14.
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Tis a Work so hard to be done,
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Each separate State to please;
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Tis better to let it alone,
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Than thereby to obstruct such a Peace.
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15.
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While the Church, as Establishd by Law,
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Is fencd with such Zealous Defenders;
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As soon we may dread any Clause
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That may Favour the Pope, as Dissenters.
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16.
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All this being gaind by the Peace,
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Will sure drive away all our Fears;
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Especally since a long Lease,
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Is securd of at least Three Years.
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17.
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Then sing to the Praise and Glory
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Of Her who sits on the Throne.
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Let every Whig and Tory
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Be thankful for this when done.
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18.
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Till when, for Better or Worse,
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We Impatently wait the Success;
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Which a Blessing will be or a Curse,
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Pray God, it may be for the Best.
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