Come bring ye song
ye Muses Sylence has bin strangly long
This is a day deserves the Muses care
whilst one does Tune a Vers & plays ye thought
another should rehearse ye Vocall note
This is a Day so fair
shou’d have ye softness too of sweet harmonious air
Lett all ye sacred Nine
In consort wth Bellona joyn
Lett all ye Nimphs wth Chapletts crown’d
hear them sing and hear the sound
the Triumphs of ye british Heroine sound
Io Triumphe Sound
that story which gives Immortal Glory
How ye heroick Anna made a stand
against a Formidable band
those bold crusades of new Rome
often attacqu’d but cou’d not over Come
That noble Roman was ye brave
who to an army wou’d not yield
His single virtue did his country save
when stormes of darts were fallin on his shield.

Now sing yee Muses of that Glorious morn
In wch ye Royall stemme put forth a branch
wch dose ye Isles adorn
& raises every druid’s song & Theme
This is ye promising branch
wch growes on fair sabrinas banks
who since his planting there more gladly flows
paying like fertile Nile her Tributary thanks.

Grand Chorus
Long may ye heavens shine
on this generous frutefull Vine
may she florish many years
& free from Blasting Frights and cares
bring forth more such frute as glad gloueria/Glourinia/Glouernia bears