University of Virginia Library

On the Thanksgiving Day, Nov. 12. 1702. for the Success of her Majesty and her Allies by Sea and Land.

Whilst Lewis the Tyrant Te Deum does sing,
And the People rejoice at the Lies of their King,
For the Wealth and the Strength of th'Invincible Flota,
And the Confederates Loss at the Fort of La Rota;
While they Temples profane with a Sanctify'd Cheat,
And backwards praise God who has let 'em be beat;
We join in our Praises for Victories known,
For ev'ry one knows what our Forces have done.
Our Queen to her People her Actions ne'er sham'd;
And who will not rejoice, let 'em cry and be damn'd.
The Jacks and High-Fliers this Day keep a Fast,
Which as long as they live, I pray God it may last.
But now ye true Britons, who honour your Queen,
Consider of late how successful she's been;
How Lewis lies groveling beneath her just Arms,
Whilst our Land is secur'd both from Fears and Alarms.
Let your Bonefires this Night enlighten the Sky,
And even Great Ormond's at Vigo outvy:
Let Rockets in th'Air each resemble a Torch,
And Squibs, like High-Flyers, mount over the Church:
Whilst Jacks, like the Bats, into Darkness do fly,
And in Holes, just as Thrushes, in Winter do die;
Let each Briton this Evening his Bumper drink off,
To Anna the Great, but let him know when h' has enough.