Thus happily freed from the dreadful Vexation
Of being Defenders of this, or that Nation,
They kist Royal Fist, and were drunk all for Joy,
And broke all their swords, and cry'd _Vive le Roy_.

[Footnote 11: The refrain of a celebrated political song.]




A BALLAD ON THE FLEET.


I.

A mighty great Fleet--the like was ne'er seen
Since the Reign of K. _William_ and _Mary_ the Q.--
Design'd the Destruction of _France_, to have been,
_Which nobody can deny_, etc.

II.

The Fleet was composed of _English_ and _Dutch_;
For Men and for Guns there was never seen such,
Nor so little done when expected so much,
_Which_, etc.

III.

One hundred Ships which we Capital call,