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Long has Britannia's Empire firmly stood Like some tall Pine that over tops a Wood Whose strenuous Branches has for Ages past Endur'd the Shock of many a Winters blast Unmov'd, unrent her spiring Cliffs appear And blooming Lawrels crown her ev'ry Year No Forreign Pow'r co'd e'er her force retrain No not th'united Pow'rs of France and Spain Nor fierce Bavarin too who brought from far His vet'ran Legions to Support the War But though she is so famous grown in Wars She bleeds beneath her own Intetine Jars A Race of Men that seem from Heav'n hurl'd As the Severet Judgment on the World Whose Practise tis to damn their Liberty And every hour to wih for Slavery These have debauch'd the quiet of her Mind Encreas'd her discords & her Ease declin'd She's now transform'd, no more Serene & Fair But like some Monstrous Hydra does appear By Faction guided and Misled by Rage Her Sons with one another to Engage. I've travell'd France & Italy & Spain Where Earth born Clods in Slavery remain Where Tyrants do by Right Divine misrule And ev'ry Man that's born is born a Fool But I that Kingdom never yet cou'd see Whose People beg'd to lose their Liberty None ever were such Stupid Sots as We We who as yet cou'd never be Content With any Sort or Kind of Government Let us but seriously this Pourtrait view And learn from hence what Popery will do And what mut be th'unhappy Nations doom When Pretender to  Throne hall come Follow'd by Jeuits Monks & Friers & those Who always were Church & Nation's Foes When Moderation's made a Sacrifice And quite forsaken underfoot she lies Our Liberties a Prey to Tyrants made And French Dragoons our Properties invade Then will Nation wih but all in vain Her former Ease & Grandeur to regain Then hall we all that Toleration want Which some Men are so backward now to grant These are hopes of some we plainly See So let 'em hope & always hope for me May Anna long in Peace & Safety reign Whilt France & Hell oppose her Pow'r in vain May the Church flourih & the Nation be Blet with Her present Ease and Liberty May ever Subject Say Amen with Me Though if I might Young Perkins doom relate Yet hang him, I wont prophesy his fate And Heaven forbid that I hould say I hope But faith I fear his End will be a Rope.