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An Anthem on January the 30th, 1697.
I
Touch, now touch the tuneful Lyre,Make the joyful Strings resound;
The Victory's at last intire,
With the Royal Victim crown'd.
II
The happy Stroke did soon recoverWhat we long had sought in vain,
Thus Ariadne lost her Lover,
But the Gods reliev'd her Pain.
III
This was an Action just and daring,Nature smil'd at what they did,
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Made the haughty Tyrant bleed.
IV
They their Sons thus well obliging,Taught us how this Day to keep,
Who by fighting, storming, sieging,
Laid the ravening Wolf asleep.
V
England long her Wrongs sustaining,Press'd beneath her Burthens down,
Chose a Set of Heroes daring,
To chastise the haughty Crown.
VI
Thus the Romans, whose beginningFrom an equal Right did spring,
Abhorring Romulus his Sinning,
To the Gods transferr'd their King.
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VII
Let the Black Guard rail no further,Nor blaspheme the righteous Blow;
Nor miscal that Justice, Murther,
Which made Saint, and Martyr too.
VIII
They and We this Day observing,Differ only in one thing;
They are canting, whining, starving,
We rejoycing, drink, and sing.
IX
Advance the Emblem of the Action,Fill the Calve's Scull full of Wine;
Drinking ne'er was counted Faction,
Men and Gods adore the Vine.
X
To the Heroes gone before us,Let's renew the flowing Bowl,
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Shine like Stars from Pole to Pole.
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