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The Borlace:
A Ballad, 1731.
Companions and friends of the jolly Borlace,
With voices united our Festival grace;
For the Queen of the Year is elected to-day,
And her true loving Subjects with joy shall obey.
With voices united our Festival grace;
For the Queen of the Year is elected to-day,
And her true loving Subjects with joy shall obey.
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By faction and force let Usurpers succeed;
But Beauty its Jure Divino shall plead,
To reign in our Hearts, like a Monarch indeed;
Like a Monarch indeed.
But Beauty its Jure Divino shall plead,
To reign in our Hearts, like a Monarch indeed;
Like a Monarch indeed.
But whom will our noble Comptroller declare?
For a Brimmer, I guess at the name of the Fair:
'Tis She! and a fairer was ne'er made before her:
Kiss the Cross on your breasts, and by Proxy adore her.
For a Brimmer, I guess at the name of the Fair:
'Tis She! and a fairer was ne'er made before her:
Kiss the Cross on your breasts, and by Proxy adore her.
By faction, &c.
With wine let the glass of Election be crown'd;
And begin to her health its distinguishing round,
To silence for ever, at least to defer
All passions, but love; and all Love, but of Her.
And begin to her health its distinguishing round,
To silence for ever, at least to defer
All passions, but love; and all Love, but of Her.
By faction, &c.
What, mean the Defaulters to fail us again?
But an Act of free Grace is the first of her Reign.
She pardons all those who neglect to attend:
Might her Lips seal the pardon, who ever would mend?
But an Act of free Grace is the first of her Reign.
She pardons all those who neglect to attend:
Might her Lips seal the pardon, who ever would mend?
By faction, &c.
Inspir'd by the Pow'r whose example we follow,
(For once in a year, they say, ridet Apollo)
Let our Numbers record that she merits the Prize,
And our Wit learn to sparkle and shine from her Eyes.
(For once in a year, they say, ridet Apollo)
Let our Numbers record that she merits the Prize,
And our Wit learn to sparkle and shine from her Eyes.
By faction, &c.
The bright God of Wine, and Love's brighter Mother,
By nature were meant to support one another;
And, meeting in homage, to her we adore,
Like Isis and Tame, may they never part more.
By nature were meant to support one another;
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Like Isis and Tame, may they never part more.
By faction, &c.
Old Maids and old Doctors their pleasure may say;
But hang care and scandal, let's revel to-day:
And to prove that to-morrow is still at our heart,
We'll make it to-morrow before we depart.
But hang care and scandal, let's revel to-day:
And to prove that to-morrow is still at our heart,
We'll make it to-morrow before we depart.
By faction, &c.
If death, as Philosophers tell us, is sleep,
What a pother the Sots with their temperance keep!
We but go to bed early by living too fast;
And they are the Rakes who sit up to the last.
What a pother the Sots with their temperance keep!
We but go to bed early by living too fast;
And they are the Rakes who sit up to the last.
By faction, &c.
Though troops of disasters our mirth may withstand,
We'll charge and disperse them with Bumpers in hand:
Our Comptroller shall rival his Grandsire's renown,
And pull the Grand Monarch, Anxiety, down.
We'll charge and disperse them with Bumpers in hand:
Our Comptroller shall rival his Grandsire's renown,
And pull the Grand Monarch, Anxiety, down.
By faction, &c.
Let folly mistake, or let malice abuse us;
But the best and the brightest shall never refuse us,
Since Blandford the Good has ennobled the Chair,
And the Cross has been honour'd by Brydges the Fair:
But the best and the brightest shall never refuse us,
Since Blandford the Good has ennobled the Chair,
And the Cross has been honour'd by Brydges the Fair:
For by faction and force though Usurpers succeed,
Her Beauty its Jure Divino could plead,
To reign in our Hearts, like a Monarch indeed,
Like a Monarch indeed.
Her Beauty its Jure Divino could plead,
To reign in our Hearts, like a Monarch indeed,
Like a Monarch indeed.
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