From Fates dark Cell to Empire call’d,
Ah how forlorn must I appear,
Succeeding to Glorious Year,
That has the Mart of Fame forestall’d.
Conquest, Triumph, ev’ry Blessing,
Nothing left for thy possessing,
War’s Wreath from Thee untimely torn,
Of all bereft,
No Garland left
Thy Cradle to adorn.
Ah wo! wo! wo! that ever I was born!
Cease, Oh Cease, (old Time replies)
My Darling Infant Cease thy Cries,
Thy Predecessor we must own
Past Ages to have far outshone,
But still for Thee to shine, Fame’s spacious Orb has room;
Great are the Blessings past, but greater Thine to come.
While Anna and George their Empire retain
Of the Land and the Main,
All over Pacifick the Ocean shall smile,
And Britain be ever the Fortunate Isle.

Hark how our Albion Shores rebound,
And Europe echoes to the Sound;
Long may the Royal Pair remain
Guardians of the Land and Main,
Albion and Europe’s safe while They and Virtue Reign.

Yes, Virtue has th’ Ascendant got,
Force and Fraud must now obey;
In vain perfidious Tyrants Plot,
While Pious Princes Pray.

In vain is Ambition superiour in Arms,
Against Valour and Virtue, and Piety’s Charms.

All odds but these the Foe cou’d boast,
But all too weak Relief
Against an English Host,
Led by an English Chief:

Success will wait on War by such a Gen’ral Wag’d,
For such a Glorious Queen and Glorious Cause Engag’d.

GRAND CHORUS

While ANNA and GEORGE their Empire retain
Of the Land and the Main,
And a Marlborough Fights
Secure are the Rights
Of Albion and Europe in PIETY’s Reign.

FINIS.