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Anniversary Anthem, 1694.
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The Storm is blow over, the Tempest is past,The Tyrant is fallen, and is conquer'd at last.
Our Fathers resolv'd it, and bravely 'twas done,
To save the whole Kingdom by lopping the Crown.
By her Looks, we discover'd the Nation was pleas'd,
Her Fears were all vanish'd, her Troubles were eas'd.
Whilst we Yearly commend an Attempt so Divine,
And applaud the just Action with Calves-Head and Wine.
Chorus.
II
Thus Rome, when she suffer'd by seven lewd Kings,That shackled her Freedom, and pinion'd her Wings,
Long Time she sat mournful, as England had done,
And bow'd to the Weight of a Tyrannous Throne;
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And Liberty round the glad Eccho reply'd;
Whilst Brutus resolv'd to give Tarquin his Doom,
And offer a King to the Welfare of Rome.
Chorus.
III
When by Tyrants Endeavours the People are prest,Let this noble Example inspire ev'ry Breast
With the same Resolutions to defend the Good Cause,
The Subjects just Rights, their Religion and Laws.
Then fill the Calves Cranium to a Health so Divine,
The Cause, the old Cause shall ennoble our Wine;
Charge briskly around, fill it up, fill it full,
'Tis the last and best Service of a Tyrannick Scull.
IV
Then, Boys, let's drink a Bumber, since their Actions made us great,Let us lay our Trophies at their Feet:
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That alone could free a captiv'd State.
V
Then to Puss, Boys, to Puss, Boys,Let's drink it off thus Boys,
As our Fathers did, and the World shall us adore;
It's happier to die, Boys,
Than in Slavery to lie Boys;
Thus the Heroes chose it, and bravely dy'd before.
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