O Time dispense thy Brightest Hours,
For ANNA’s Royal Day,
Scatter Roses in its Way,
Fragrant as Elysian Bow’rs.

Till e’en honour, Pomp and State,
All for their Arrival wait,
Ev’ry Charm that can invite ’em,
Ev’ry Blessing to delight ’em.

See how it makes Old Winter smile
Her Youthful Rivals to beguile,
Stealing for Her ANNA’s Day
The Sleeping Secrets of Spring away

’Tis ANNA’S Day, and all around
Only Mirth and Musick sound,
Mirth and Musick all the Noise,
Shouts and Songs, and Laughing Joys.

Then say from whence that doleful Cry!
’Tis Vanquish’d Tyranny bemoans
His Down-fall with Expiring Groans;
For Oh! She finds it Nigh!
Chorus: So let the Monster Groan and Die.

Let Darkness shroud her Guilty Head,
While MARLBORO’s Conqu’ring Banners spread,
And EUROPE’s Rescu’d Realms shall come
With Addresses and Caresses,
Sing our Lawrell’d Heroes home.

Grand Chorus:} ’Tis Coming ---- This auspicious Day
To glorious Wonders leads the Way,
When ANNA’s and Her GEORGE’s Arms
The Tragick Scene shall close,
Like Thunder silence Wars Alarms,
And give the World Repose.