O my brave fellows, great in Arts and Arms,
The wonder of the Earth, whom Glory warms
To high Atchievements, can your Spirits bend
Thro' base controul (Ye never can descend
So low by choice) to wear a Tyrant's chain,
Or let, in FREEDOM's seat, a STUART reign.
If Fame, who hath for ages far and wide
Spread in all realms, the Cowardice, the Pride,
The Tyranny, and Falsehood of those Lords,
Contents You not, search ENGLAND's fair records,
ENGLAND, where first the breath of Life I drew,
Where, next to GOTHAM, my best Love is due.
There once they rul'd, tho' crush'd by WILLIAM's hand,
They rule no more, to curse that happy land.