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 FATE had design'd this worst of all Ages, For Christian Valour a glorious doom; This the Grand Signior's prowess inrages, Who thought a Million would soon o'ercome: Mahomet sent the great Mufti a Vision, How all the Germans bemoan'd their Condition, Squadrons were scanted, Officers wanted, Only Eugene for Christendom.

Two Hundred thousand made the Turks Army, Three quarters more then in Fight prevail; Not so the Germans who could alarm ye, Only with Valour when forces fail: Now the Grand Vizier his Musselmen treating, Swore the poor handfuls were scarce worth his beating, But not performing, Brave Eugene storming, All ran away from proud Horse-tails.

Now soars the Cross, and now flys the Cressent, Thousands now wait the Victorious prize; Now bloody Wounds and groans are incessant, Now the bold Vizier dispairing dies: Farewel the Grandure of Ottoman power, Thinking the brightness of Christians to lower Brave Eugene's story, Blooms with fresh Glory, Whilst Christendom old Faith enjoys.