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 Teague.

Patrick our Shaint successes delaying, Curshing will do no more good than Praying; Dreadful Eugene the Deevil sure carrys, Now Tournay's taken he'll soon come to Paris:  Yogh hone o hone. Bishop.

If dey go on as now dey'r beginning, Routing our Troops and Towns daily winning; If in dey'r Lines our Army lyes Sleeping, Adiew de Gold we so long have been heaping: Ah Fernie bleiw. Teague.

Dis by my Showl's de fruit of Ambition, Wee'r by his Pride in woful condition; He must be making Kings of Welch Princes, A plague upon't he has quite lost his Shences:  Yogh hone o hone. Bishop.

Dis comes of Plots with Sweden combining, And of proposing Peace and not signing; Dey'r Gen'rals now such Anger discover, Dey'l sure demand both Versails and de Louvre:  Ah Fernie bleiw. Teague.

Burgundy's Mad dat Fool has undon us, Savoy's the same who now seems to shun us; Berwick is sent out to seek his undoing, Tallard strong Ale for Villiars is Brewing: Yogh hone o hone.