THE COUNTRY FARMERS CAMPAIN
by the Author of banterd & bubbld etc.
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Oh Roger I've been, to see Eugene,
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by Villars over reach'd;
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and that Dutch Earl, great Albermarle,
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so foolishly detach'd;
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for Phil of Spain, Saw Doway tain,
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& Quesnoy close be sett;
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saw Frenchmen Grin, at Count Rechstrin,
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& Dutch Men in a Sweat;
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With both my Eyes, Auxillaries,
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I saw desert our Cause;
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Old Zinzendost, did buy em off,
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But never stopt their Maws;
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Whilst Ormond he, most orderly,
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Did march then towards Ghent;
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The German Dogs, with Great Dutch Hogs,
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Their Towns against him Pent;
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Were not we Mad, to Spend our Blood,
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And Weighty Treasure so;
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Do they deserve that we should serve,
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Adad we'le make them know;
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They'l be afraid, of Peace & Trade,
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& downfall of the Whigs;
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Our Glorious Ann, with France & Spain,
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Will dance them many a Jigg;
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If they have a mind, fore Peace be signd,
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To own great Annas powr;
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Such Terms she'l get as she thinks fit,
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& they shall have no more;
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Great Oxfords Earl, that weighty Pearl,
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And Minister of State;
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With Bullingbrook, I swear adzooks,
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Old England will be Great;
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We Farmers then, shall be fine Men,
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& Mony have good store;
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Their whigish Tax, theyl have with a Pox,
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When Monarchys no more;
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My son I'm sure will ne'er endure,
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To pay their plaugy Funds;
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Tis with reproach they ride in Coach,
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It makes me mad Adswounds;
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For twenty Years, with Popish fears,
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We have been Banterd much;
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With Liberty, and Property,
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& our very good Friends the Dutch;
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But now I hope, our Eyes are ope.
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& France is more sincere;
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Then Emperour, with all his stir,
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Or Dounders Divill Myn Heir:
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