Summon’d young to fierce alarms,
Born a man in midst of arms,
His good angels kept from harms—
The people’s joy and wonder;
Early laurels crown’d his brow,
And the crowd did praise allow,
Whilst against the Belgick foe
Great Jove implored his thunder.
Like him none e’er fill’d the throne,
Never courage yet was known
With so much conduct met in one,
To claim our due devotion;
Who made the Belgick lion roar,
Drove ’em back to their own shore,
To humble and encroach no more
Upon the British ocean.
When poor Holland first grew proud,
Saucy, insolent, and loud,
Great James subdued the boisterous crowd,
The foaming ocean stemming;
His country’s glory and its good
He valued dearer than his blood,
And rid sole sovereign o’er his flood,
In spight of French or Fleming.
When he the foe had overcome,
Brought them peace and conquest home,
Exiled in foreign parts to roam,
Ungrateful rebels vote him;
But spite of all their insolence,
Inspired with god-like patience,
The rightful heir, kind Providence
Did to a throne promote him.
May justice at his elbow wait
To defend the Church and State,
The subject and this monarch’s date
May no storm e’er dissever:
May he long adorn this place
With his royal brother’s grace,
His mercy and his tenderness,
To rule this land for ever.
IN A SUMMER’S DAY.
From Hogg’s Jacobite Relics.
In a summer’s day when all was gay
The lads and lasses met
In a flowery mead, when each lovely maid
Was by her true love set.
Dick took the glass, and drank to his lass,
And Jamie’s health around did pass;
Huzza! they cried; Huzza! they all replied,
God bless our noble King.
To the Queen, quothiwell; Drink it off, says Nell,
They say she is wondrous pretty;
And the prince, says Hugh; That’s right, says Sue;
God send him home, says Katy;
May the powers above this tribe remove,
And send us back the man we love.
Huzza! they cried; Huzza! they all replied,
God bless our noble King.
The liquor spent, they to dancing went,
Each gamester took his mate;
Ralph bow’d to Moll, and Hodge to Doll,
Hal took out black-eyed Kate.
Name your dance, quoth John; Bid him, says Anne,
Play, The King shall enjoy his own again.
Huzza! they cried; Huzza! they all replied,
God bless our noble King.