Till to his Bow he brought her;
And bore away the Widow quite,
From all that ever sought her:
She thought to be a Lady gay,
But she was sore deceiv'd:
Thus the Welchman did put down,
The Slow-men of _London_:
For they would Wooe the Widow _Brown_,
Because they would be undone.

Thus she was fitted in her kind,
For all her former Knavery;
The Welchman did deceive her Mind,
And took down all her Bravery:
It had been better she had ta'en,
The Weaver, Smith, or Taylor;
For when she sought for State and Pomp,
The Welchman quite did fail her:
Then learn you Young Men of this Town,
You Slow-men of _London_:
Which way to take the Widow _Brown_,
For least you all be undone.

_The ROYAL Example. By Mr._ Henry Purcell.

[Music]

May her blest Example chace
Vice, in Troops out of the Land;
Flying from her awful Face,
Like trembling Ghost when Day's at Hand:
May her Hero bring us Peace,
Won with Honour in the Field:
And our Home-bred Factions cease,
He still our Sword, and she our Shield.

_The ROYAL Triumph of_ BRITAIN'S _Monarch_.

[Music]

New Pyramid's raise,
Bring the Poplar and Bayes,
To Crown our Triumphant Commander;
The _French_ too shall run,
As the _Irish_ have done,
Like the _Persians_, the _Persians_;
Like the _Persians_, the _Persians_,
Like the _Persians_ before _Alexander_.

Had the _Rubicon_ been,
Such a Stream as the _Boyn_,
Not _Caesar_, not _Caeser_ himself had gone on:
King _William_ exceeds, great _Caesar_ in Deeds,
More than he did, more than he did,
More than he did, great _Pompey_ before.

Tho' born in a State,
Fore-told was his Fate,
That he should be a Monarch ador'd:
One Globe was too small,
To contain such a Soul,
New Worlds must submit to his Sword.

So Great and Benign,
Is our Sov'reign Queen,
Made to share his Empire and Bed;
May she still fill his Arms,
With her lovely soft Charms,
And a Race of King _William's_ succeed.

_The Jolly_ BROOM-MAN: _Or, the unhappy BOY turn'd Thrifty._

[Music]

There was an Old Man, and he liv'd in a Wood,
and his Trade it was making of Broom,
And he had a naughty Boy, _Jack_ to his Son,
and he lay in Bed till 'twas Noon, 'twas Noon,
and he lay in Bed till 'twas Noon.

No Father e'er had, so lazy a Lad,
with slee