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| SPITE of Dutch friends and English foes, | |
| Poor Britain shall have peace at last: | |
| Holland got towns, and we got blows; | |
| But Dunkirk ’s ours, we ’ll hold it fast. | |
| We have got it in a string, | 5 |
| And the Whigs may all go swing, | |
| For among good friends I love to be plain; | |
| All their false deluded hopes | |
| Will, or ought to end in ropes; | |
| “But the Queen shall enjoy her own again.” | 10 |
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| Sunderland ’s run out of his wits, | |
| And Dismal double dismal looks; | |
| Wharton can only swear by fits, | |
| And strutting Hal is off the hooks; | |
| Old Godolphin, full of spleen, | 15 |
| Made false moves, and lost his Queen; | |
| Harry looked fierce, and shook his ragged mane: | |
| But a prince of high renown | |
| Swore he ’d rather lose a crown | |
| “Than the Queen should enjoy her own again.” | 20 |
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| Our merchant-ships may cut the line, | |
| And not be snapt by privateers, | |
| And commoners who love good wine | |
| Will drink it now as well as peers: | |
| Landed men shall have their rent, | 25 |
| Yet our stocks rise cent, per cent. | |
| The Dutch from hence shall no more millions drain; | |
| We ’ll bring on us no more debts, | |
| Nor with bankrupts fill gazettes; | |
| “And the Queen shall enjoy her own again.” | 30 |
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| The towns we took ne’er did us good: | |
| What signified the French to beat? | |
| We spent our money and our blood, | |
| To make the Dutchmen proud and great: | |
| But the Lord of Oxford swears, | 35 |
| Dunkirk never shall be theirs. | |
| The Dutch-hearted Whigs may rail and complain; | |
| But true Englishmen may fill | |
| A good health to General Hill: | |
| “For the Queen now enjoys her own again.” | 40 |
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