The deaf’ning notes ascend the sky,
And sound along the strand.
From Fred’rick began the strain,
Who left Germania’s bleak domain
For England—such the pow’r of Stuart’s reign!
Augusta then his Highness woo’d,
Got children, as all Princes should,
When he to Saxe-Gotha press’d,
And while he sought her snowy breast:
Then round her waist his arms he spread,