your Brother and you were at Home.

Just so did he say
When without more delay,
Away the young Gentry fled;
Whose Heels for that Work
Were much lighter than Cork,
But their Hearts were more heavy than Lead.

Not so did behave
The young _Hannover_ brave
In this bloody Field I assure ye;
When his War-Horse was shot,
Yet he matter'd it not,
But charg'd still on Foot like a Fury.

When Death flew about
Aloud he call'd out,
Ho! you Chevalier of St. GEORGE;
If you'll never stand
By Sea nor by Land,
Pretender, that Title you forge.

Thus boldly he stood,
As became that high Blood,
Which runs in his Veins so blue;
This Gallant young Man
Being kin to Queen ANN,
Fought as were she a Man, she wou'd do.

What a Racket was here,
(I think 'twas last Year)
For a little ill Fortune in _Spain_;
When by letting 'em Win,
We have drawn the Putts in
To lose all they are worth this Campaign.

Tho' _Bruges_ and _Ghent_,
To the Monsieur we lent,
With Interest he soon shall repay 'em;
While _Paris_ may Sing,
With her sorrowful King
_De Profundis_, instead of _Te Deum_.

From their Dream of Success,
They'll awaken we guess
At the sound of Great _Marlborough's_ Drums;
They may think if they will
Of _Almanza_ still,
But 'tis _Blenheim_ wherever he comes.

O _Lewis_ perplex'd,
What General's next?
Thou hast hitherto chang'd 'em in vain;
He has beat 'em all round,
If no new ones are found,
He shall Beat the old over again.

We'll let _Tallard_ out
If he'll take t'other bout;
And much he's improv'd let me tell ye,
With _Nottingham_ Ale,
At every Meal,
And good Pudding and Beef in his Belly.

As Losers at Play,
Their Dice throw away,
While the Winner he still Wins on;
Let who will Command,
Thou hadst better Disband,
For Old Bully thy Doctors are gone.

A Happy Memorable BALLAD, _On the Fight near_ Audenard, _between the
Duke of_ Marlborough, _of_ Great-Britain; _and the Duke of_ Vendosme,
_of_ France. _As also the strange and wonderful Manner how the Princes
of the Blood Royal of_ France, _were found in a Wood. In allusion to
the_ Unhappy Memorable SONG _commonly call'd_ CHEVY-CHACE.

[Music]

God Prosper long our Gracious Queen,
Our Lives and Safeties all:
A woful Fight