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A Song at the Calves-Head Club, January the 30th. 1698.
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Crown, Crown the Goblet, Quaff the sparkling Wine,Invoke the Assistance of the Tuneful Nine:
The great Concernment of this Glorious Day,
Should all our Wit, and all our Joy display;
No gloomy Look, no pensive Thought be found,
Where Liberty with sprightly Joys go round.
Let black Dispair convert into a Smile,
And Peals of Triumph eccho thro' the Isle.
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Let Tyrants faint and tremble, when they're toldWhat Deeds the Annals of this Day unfold.
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Fought, and the bold Oppressor put to Flight.
When purple Streams distain'd the native Green,
Ye Gods! what Courage, and what Heat was seen!
When Heaven-inspir'd Heroes dare to own
The Noble Cause, and pull the Monster down.
III
Fill round again, the Justice of their ArmsHas endless Praises, and immortal Charms.
Time cannot lessen, and no Age express
The bold Atchievements of that Godlike Race,
Born to chastise and scourge Tyrannick Might,
Durst bravely plead the Cause of injur'd Right;
And to Posterity an Instance gave,
That a brave Man can never be a Slave.
IV
Contemn the lazy Lubbards of the Church,Who mourning one, left t'other in the Lurch;
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Yet basely left the Son, to run away:
In vain they preach, in vain they cant and whine,
Heaven scorns their Prayers, and hates the gross Design.
Their Martyr'd Monarch's grown a senseless Jest,
That Fools admire, and all good Men detest.
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Charge, charge again, let Wine profusely flow,They smile above, to see our Mirth below;
Their inlarg'd Souls are vastly pleas'd to hear
Their Deeds recounted each returning Year.
In flowing Bowls we our Oblations make;
'Tis all that we can give, or they can take,
While thus in Friendship we our Homage pay,
And celebrate the Glories of the Day.
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