Sound the trumpet! beat the drum!
Caesar and Urania come.
Bid the Muses haste to greet ‘em,
Bid the Graces fly to meet ‘em,
With laurel and myrtle to welcome them home.

Crown the year, and crown the day,
While distant shores their tribute pay,
While never-failing Thames shall glide,
With treasures and pleasures renew’d with each tide.

To Caesar all hail, unequall’d in arms!
To Urania all hail, unequall’d in charms!
Let Caesar and Urania live;
Let all delights the stars can give
Upon the royal Pair descend.
Let Discord to the shades be driv’n,
While earth and sky our song attend,
And thus our loyal vows ascend:
“O preserve ‘em, Heav’n!”

What greater bliss can Fate bestow
While Caesar rules these Isles,
And bright Urania smiles?
The spheres above no better sway can show:
Jove is Heav’n’s Caesar, Caesar Jove below.
With Plenty surrounding,
And Loyalty sounding
Io paens of joy, we’ll pay our devotion
To the Monarch of Britain, and Lord of the Ocean.

While Caesar like the morning star
Our British sphere shall grace,
No more alarms of rebel war
Shall Albion’s beauteous soil deface.
His arms did first the rebel host confound;
His godlike mercy next the conquest crown’d;
His fame like incense mounts the skies,
While nevermore to rise,
Pride and Discord headlong go
Down to the deep Abyss below.

To Urania and Caesar delights without measure,
With empire no trouble, and safety with pleasure:
Since the joys we possess to their goodness we owe,
’Tis but just our best wishes like that should o’erflow.