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TO THE
Most Illustrious HERO,
GEORGE LEWIS,
By the Grace of GOD
Duke of Brunswick and Lunenburg, Standard-
bearer and Elector of the Holy Roman Empire,
and also Presumptive Heir by Laws Humane
and Divine to the Crown of Great-Britain,
France and Ireland.
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I Sing the Prince the Scourge of Gallick Power,
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Who, if the Tyrant waft the Bastard o'er,
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Shall Britain Save as Nassau did before:
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Hail Mighty BRUNSWICK, in whose Glorious Veins
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The Blood of Emperors, Kings, and Heroes Reign.
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Shall Hair-brain'd Tories with their Right Divine
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Bring in a Perkin, or a Simmels Line,
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To sway a Scepter which the Gods make thine?
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No, SIR, they shan't, the Fates can never do
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That Wrong to us, if they be Just to YOU:
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When for our Sins Great ANNA shall demise,
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Must Romes Knight-Errant carry off the Prize?
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Does Lewis think a Viceroy to obtain
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By Forgery here, though he has done't in Spain?
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No, SIR, our Stars do better Things portend;
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YOU're our St. George, our Champion, and our Friend,
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Britannia from that Dragon to defend.
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As Orange once did save the Captive Maid,
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When by French Managers to Rome betray'd;
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So He foresaw she might be trick'd again,
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And chose Great HANOVER to break the Chain:
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Let Tories to their Lewis Homage do,
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We have a Greater GEORGE and LEWIS too,
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When you COME O'ER the Dogs will find it true:
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Our Lions with YOUR Eagles then display'd,
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Strike Terrour in the Fiends, French Lillies fade,
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And Marlborough shall bloom without a Shade.
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