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The king of late drew forth his sword (Thank God 'twas not in wrath) And made of many a 'squire and lord An unwash'd knight of Bath: What are their feats of arms and skill? They're but nine parties at Quadrille, &c.

A party late at Cambray met, Which drew all Europe's eyes; 'Twas call'd in Post Boy and Gazette The quadruple allies: But somebody took something ill, So broke this party at Quadrille, &c.

And now, God save this noble realm, And God save eke Hanover; And God save those who hold the helm, When as the king goes over: But let the king go where he will, His subjects must play at Quadrille, Quadrille, Quadrille, &c. Rh