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A NEW SONG,
SUNG IN THE MUCH-ADMIRED
SIEGE OF VALENCIENNES,
AT ASTLEY’S THEATRE.
I.
When Frederic, son of England’s King*,
For us was sent to brave the sea;
To fight our cause, and cure the sting
That discord gave to liberty.
The armies which bepaint for miles
The fairest plains that strike the eye,
Express’d their joy by shouts and smiles,
And, “Vivant Frederic” was the cry.
II.
But when display’d his colours were,
At Famar’s camp and Bourlon’s hill,
What tongues with plaudits rent the air,
What hearts with raptures did he still!
The armies, &c.
III.
Not Marlbro’s self, in days of yore,
Not mighty Wolfe, of later fame.
Were so belov’d, or dreaded more,
Than this the royal youth I name.
The armies, &c.
IV.
Like him may Princes ever reign,
Live long, and conquer in our cause;
And wear the laurels which they gain,
E’er honour’d by the world’s applause.
The armies, &c.
*As this song breathes throughout a spirit of attachment to the blessings derived from the happy Constitution of this country, no other remark will be necessary, than to observe, that the author is one among the many of the lost loyal of its votaries.
