TRADE'S RELEASE:
OR,
Courage to the SCOTCH-INDIAN-COMPANY.
Being an Excellent New BALLAD; To the Tune of, The Turks are all Confounded.
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COme, rouse up your Heads, Come rouse up anon!
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Think of the Wisdom of old Solomon,
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And heartily Joyn with our own Paterson,
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To fetch Home INDIAN Treasures:
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Solomon sent a far for Gold,
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Let us do now as he did of old,
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Wait but three Years for a Hundred-fold
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Of Riches and all Pleasures.
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2.
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His Throne with Gold was overlaid,
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He hundreds of Shields and Targets had
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Of beaten Gold, and (as is said)
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Gold Vessels all for Drinking:
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Cedars he made as the Sycamore-Tree,
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Silver as Stones abounding to be,
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And TRADE from all Incumbrance free;
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For Reason rul'd his thinking.
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3.
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So the wisdom of our Parliament
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Have jointly agreed, with a very good Intent,
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By their ACT together with th' Royal Assent,
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To free TRADE from Taxation:
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Now since our Freedom they did restore,
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We'll quickly visit the Indian-Shoar,
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And thence return with such Cargoes of Ore
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As must enrich this Nation.
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4.
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Saint-Andrews Flag then without delay
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We'll over all the World display;
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We'll many a River, Crick and Bay
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Find out by Navigation;
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In which our selves we'll soon Invest,
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As having never been Possest
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By any that can in the least
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Pretend Preoccupation.
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5.
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And as choice of Plantations abroad we can find;
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To our Undertaking e'en Nature seems kind,
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In having our Nation dispos'd and design'd
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For TRADE, by its situation:
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For to Portus-Salutis from our Habour at Leith,
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And round by the Lewis till you come to Roseneath
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There are store of good Bays, where free from all skaith
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Our Shipping may ne'r miss a station.
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And now while that matter runs fresh in my Head,
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Let us think of our own Home-Subjects of Trade;
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Rare Fishings of all sorts, all-North from the Tweed,
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And plenty of Corns and Provision,
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Our fine Manufactures of Woolen and Threed,
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Our Salt, Coals, Marble; our Iron and Lead;
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Pray then what should ail us, but to Thrive with all speed,
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If we banish all Seeds of Division.
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No River by Nature was ever brought forth,
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From the East to the West or the South to the North,
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More adapted to Trade than our Clyde and our Forth,
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When both shall in one be united:
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We'll make both the INDIES pay Tribute to Clyde,
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From whence ve'll diffuse it upon our Forths side,
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And many moe Things which never were try'd,
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May at Home to our Trading be fitted.
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8.
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Then come along Lads then, Come, come, come,
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Why should we [l]onger thus linger at home?
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While extending [t]he bounds of Christendom
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Must be Crown'd with Riches and Glory:
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But to carry our noble Atchievement on,
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Our Purses and Strength we must all Joyn in One,
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We must never remember the Distinction
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Of Papist, Whig, or Tory.
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Since by Nature and Law we are equally free,
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Wherever true Merit is found, let it be
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Rewarded most nobly in every Degree,
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Without regard to Compactions:
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Let Vice and Oppression be cloathed with shame,
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Let brave Undertakings our Breasts all inflame,
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Let Liberty, Property, Religion and Fame
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Be mainly the Scope of our Actions.
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For if ever great things to do we propose,
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We must cherish our Friends, and vanquish our Foes
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By Rules of Justice; but scorn to impose
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Such Tricks as now are in Fashion:
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By regular steps we'll bravely advance
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Till the Trade of all EUROPE to us we enhaunce;
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Then adieu to the blust'ring Grandeur of FRANCE
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Or any imperious Nation.
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To SCOTLAND'S just and never-dying Fame,
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We'll in ASIA, AFRICA and AMERICA proclame
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Liberty! Liberty! nay, to the shame
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Of all that went before us;
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Wherever we Plant, TRADE shall be free,
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In three Years time, I plainly foresee,
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GOD BLESS THE SCOTTISH-COMPANY
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Shall be the Indian-Chorus.
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12.
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No Brawle, no Murmure, no Complaint,
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No Cause of any Discontent,
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Where Patersonian-Government
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Shall once commence a Footing;
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His wholesome Laws being publish'd there,
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Shall harmeless keep their Goods and Gear,
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And free their Persons from all Fear
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Of Thummikin or Booting.
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13.
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The Muscovite, Tartar, Turk, and the Pope,
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The Sophi, Mogul, and Morocco, I hope,
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To the Charm of our Laws must yeild and give up,
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Their absolute Sway and Dominions:
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Then the Spainiards, and French, and Portugueze,
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Venetians and Dutch, and Genoese,
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And th' English themselves perhaps may please
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To alter their narrow Opinions.
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14.
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The Gospel in the INDIES we'll propagate,
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But not by such Ways as attempted of Late,
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By Jesuits-Guile, nor vain pompous State,
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Nor bloody Inquisition.
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There's one way more yet left for Us,
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A way Divine and Glorious,
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Which can not fail; and that is thus:
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By Peace, Love, and Contrition.
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15.
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Then Sawny, and Johnny, and Jemmy, and all,
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Whose Names are Enrol'd in the INDIAN-HALL,
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Prepare and be ready to answer the Call
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Of our brave Sea-Commanders:
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Come follow me quickly, our Admiral is gone
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On board of SAINT-ANDREW, I've heard a Gun,
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You belong to the NEPTUN, and I to the SUN,
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We'l try who dare withstand us.
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We'll truckle no longer to Friend or to Foe,
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But be ev'ry one's Friend that to Us will be so;
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We'll build our Success wherever we go,
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On the Justice of our Undertaking:
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May evil betide them that evil do think;
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Mean while (pray-thee Sawny) forget not to Drink,
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Bon-voyage to Our FLEET, I'm resolved to skink,
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One Brimmer or Two at our parting.
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17.
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Now Malice and Envy are rampant with Rage,
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To see Us so frankly our Purses engage,
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Beyond Expectation; from which they presage,
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In TRADE some strange Revolution:
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Since by LAW to suppress Us, none well dare move,
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Gross Lyes and new Stories they dayly improve,
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As hoping by such to make our Minds rove,
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But we'll shew them a firm Resolution.
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18.
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Should our Neighbours still offer, in stead of their Aid
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To crush our Adventurers, (as it is said)
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Or send Us more Cox-combs in grave Masquerade
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To sow and nourish Sedition:
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May they never thereafter taste Pudding or Beef,
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May Poverty seize their Traders in chief,
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May they labour in Streights, and beg our Relief,
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Till we pity at last their Condition.
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19.
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And if any unnatural Son of a Scot,
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Has basely against Us engaged to Plot,
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May he live in Disgrace, and at last may his Lot
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Be to dance aloft in a Halter;
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Let his Off-spring beg both Abroad and at Home,
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May the Curse of their Parent pronunce their Doome,
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May they never be cherish'd wherever they come,
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With either Food or Shelter.
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20.
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May the Plague, and the Pox, and the Gravel, & Gout,
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Seize them all over within and without,
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May they never find Ease till their Candle go out,
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Who labour to destroy Us.
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Let nothing disturb Us, come let Us go on,
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And mind the Business which now we're upon;
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If JEHOVAH be for Us, tho' but he alone,
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Who is't that can annoy Us?
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21.
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Tho' Calumny, Malice, and Envy combine,
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To strike at the Root of this noble Design,
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Yet bravely to push it, we'll never decline,
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in spite of all Banter or Bully:
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Come the Work is near ended that well is begun,
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Here's a Cup of Success to the RISING-SUN,
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If any refuse it all over the Town,
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May he soundly be kick'd for a Cully.
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22.
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We'll Statues of Brass and Pyramides raise,
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We'll drink to the Health, and sing to the Praise,
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Of our Nobles and Worthies, who made no delays
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Our TRADE to free from Disaster:
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Now that those who support it may scorn to relent,
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That such as would crush it may've Cause to repent,
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That Lyes may not sully what's honestly meant,
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Is the Prayer of your Poetaster.
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