dered
His Men for to Retreat.
And now, but that my Pen is blunt,
I might with ease relate;
How Fifteen Thousand _French_ were took,
Besides what found their Fate.
Nor should the Prince of _Hannover_
In silence be forgot;
Who like a Lyon fought on Foot,
After his Horse was shot.
And what strange Chance likewise befel,
Unto these Children dear:
But that your Patience is too much
Already tir'd, I fear.
And so God Bless the Queen and Duke,
And send a lasting Peace:
That Wars and foul Debate henceforth
In all the World may cease.
_The Duke of_ Marlborough's _Health. Set by Mr._ R. COX.
[Music]
Come, here's a good Health, the Duke I do mean,
That bravely Fought, that bravely Fought for his Nation and Queen,
May his Fate still be,
That Conquer shall he
Till the Nation with Peace it be Crown'd;
Come Lads never think,
But his Health let's Drink,
And Sing his Great Praise, and Sing his Great Praise
whilst Bumpers pass Round.
_The Duke of_ Marlborough's _HEALTH._
[Music]
_Marlborough's_ a brave Commander,
He Conducts us into the Field;
As bold as _Alexander_,
He'll Dye before he'll yield:
Sound the Trumpet Sound, Boys,
Let each Man stand his Ground, Boys;
Ne'er let us flinch, nor give back an Inch,
And so let his Health go round, Boys.
_A_ SONG.
_Set by Mr._ JOHN ECCLES, _and Sung by Mr._ GOUGE, _in the Farce
call'd_, Women will have their Wills.
[Music]
_Belinda's_ pretty, pretty, pleasing Form,
Does my happy, happy, happy, happy Fancy charm:
Her prittle-prattle, tittle-tattle's all engaging, most obliging;
Whilst I'm pressing, clasping, kissing,
Oh! oh! how she does my Soul alarm:
There is such Magick in her Eyes,
Such Magick in her Eyes, in her Eyes,
Does my wond'ring Heart Surprise:
Her prinking, nimping, twinking, pinking,
Whilst I'm courting, for transporting,
How like an Angel, She panting lies, She panting lies.
_A_ SONG _on a Ladies Drinking._
[Music]
Whilst _Phillis_ is Drinking, Love and Wine in alliance,
With Forces United, bids resistless defiance;
Each touch of her Lip, makes Wine sparkle Higher,
And her Eyes by her Drinking, redouble the Fire:
Her Cheeks grow the brighter, recruiting their Colour,
As Flowers by sprinkling revive with fresh Odour;
Each Dart dipt in Wine, Love wo
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