An Excellent New Song On the late Victories over the TURKS.
To a very Pleasant New Tune.
[...]
(1)
HArk! the thundring
Canons roar,
ecchoing from the
German shore,
And the joyful News comes or'e,
The
Turks are all confounded;
Lorrain comes, they run, they run;
Charge your
horse through the grand
half-moon
We'l
quarter give to none,
Since
Staremberg is wounded.
(2)
Close your
Ranks, & each brave Soul
Take a lusty flowng Bowl,
A grand Carouse to th'
Royal Pole,
The Empires brave Defender;
No man leave his Post by stealth,
Plunder the
Grand Visiers Wealth,
But drink a
Helmet full to th' Health
Of the Second
ALEXANDER.
(3)
MAHOMET was a sober Dog,
A
small Beer drouzy senseless
rogue,
The Juice of the Grape so much in vogue
To forbid to those Adore him;
Had he but allow'd the
VINE,
Given'em leave to carouze in
Wine
The
Turk had safely past the
Rhine,
And conquer'd all before him.
(4)
With dull
TEA they sought in vain
[...]
Hopeless Vict'ry to obtain,
Where sprighty
Wine fills ev'ry Vein
[...]
Success must needs attend him;
Our
Brains, (like our
Canons) war
[...]
With often Firing, feels no harm
While the sober sot flies the
Alarm,
No
Lawrel can be friend him.
(5)
Christians thus with
Conquests Crown'd
Conquest with the
Glass goes round
Weak
Coffee can't keep its ground
Against the force of
Glaret:
Whilst we give them thus the Foyl,
And the
Pagan Troops Recoyl,
The Valiant
Poles divide the Spoyl
And in brisk
Nectar share it.
(6)
Infidels are now o'recome,
But the most Christian Turk's at ho
[...]
Watching the Fate of Christendo
[...]
But all his hopes are shallow;
Since the
Poles have led the Danc
[...]
Let English
CESAR now advanc
[...]
And if he sends a Fleet to
France,
He's a
Whig that will not follow
Printed by Nat. Thompson at the entrance into Old Spring Garden near Charing Cros [...]