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SONG.
Thus with Jargon they juggle us out of our Money,
With Cara da Capo encore abandoni,
Each Phrase must be fine, it's Nouvelle we are sure on't,
Nouvelle let it be and let us hear no more on't.
With Cara da Capo encore abandoni,
Each Phrase must be fine, it's Nouvelle we are sure on't,
Nouvelle let it be and let us hear no more on't.
Be not Britons misled by a Song or a Dance,
Nor your Fathers forget, they're remember'd in France;
Shall Capers, Concertos, Coupees, Serenadas,
Demolish the Men that demolish'd Armadas.
Nor your Fathers forget, they're remember'd in France;
Shall Capers, Concertos, Coupees, Serenadas,
Demolish the Men that demolish'd Armadas.
The Black Prince and his Father at Poicters and Cressy,
Compos'd some rough Music made Monsieurs uneasy,
King Henry the Fifth too at Agincourts Rout,
Led them up such a Dance that he put them all out.
Compos'd some rough Music made Monsieurs uneasy,
King Henry the Fifth too at Agincourts Rout,
Led them up such a Dance that he put them all out.
To play us a Concert, Spain sent an Armada,
To return it, Drake gave them a Sea Serenada;
This Music was copy'd by Warren and Anson,
Which made the French cry Diable Angleterre Chanson.
To return it, Drake gave them a Sea Serenada;
This Music was copy'd by Warren and Anson,
Which made the French cry Diable Angleterre Chanson.
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Singers, Fiddlers, and Dancers, when first they come here,
Out of Feathers and Flesh, just like Woodcocks appear;
But plump'd by our plenty, they're puff'd into pride,
Give a Beggar a Horse: we know where he'll ride.
Out of Feathers and Flesh, just like Woodcocks appear;
But plump'd by our plenty, they're puff'd into pride,
Give a Beggar a Horse: we know where he'll ride.
Let them Walk, Trot, or Gallop, but send them from hence,
Nor to sound my dear Countrymen sacrifice sense,
Our Wit is invaded, resist now or never,
And defend Common Sense, and Old England for ever.
Nor to sound my dear Countrymen sacrifice sense,
Our Wit is invaded, resist now or never,
And defend Common Sense, and Old England for ever.
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