Let the Loyal their Trumpets be sounding,
Let peals usher in the Bright morn,
Let musick in Echoes rebounding
Hail theday our Great monarch was born,
See faction aghast beyond measure,
Rebellion with frenzy possessed,
Repine at the loyalist’s pleasure,

And obstinate grown,won’t be blessed.

Old England recover your Senses,
Your Natural Allegiance resume,
No longer exclude your own Princes,
Quite bugbeared with horror of Rome;
Ne’er magnify ills by suspicions,
While you much Severer endure;
Their patients, thus wretched Physicians
Torment, whom right Med’cines would cure.

The Gaul on our Trade now encroaches,
Our merchants are plundered by Spain,
All the world hence must surely reproach us,
Who once were the Lords of the Main.
You all are grown a kick’d & cuff’d Nation,
To such low contempt are you brought,
These the Blessings of long Usurpation,
By Millions & millions we’re bought.

Retrieve! oh retrieve! your old glory,
Let Honour exert in your breast,
Drive, Drive all usurpers before you ,

Too long they the Throne have possessed;
Submit to the dictates of reason,

And render to James what’s his own,
Let the thought that excludes him be treason,
His Worth to all Europe is known.

His Scheme was the politick measure,
That Austria and Bourbon unite,
Their Arbiter was England’s Cæsar,
Who settled each Sovereign’s right.
The Ballance thus held by a Briton,
Can we possibly longer debate,
Soon may he his father’s throne sit on,
Since we want such a head to our State.

What a Contrast is the German Bully,
What a wild silly passionate fool,
To his primier an absolute Cully,
His primier to Fleury a Tool.
Oh! Britain, no more be a Trimmer,
To duty & justice resign,
Fill, fill ev’ry man then his brimmer,
Success to the Stuarts Right Line.