The Routing of the French Forces, made and sung by Mr. WORSDALE: Tune, Do del, do del do, pap pap pa pa

Hark I'll tell you a Welcome Story, To our conquering Nation's Glory; France and Spain so close united, Now by all the World are slighted. Do del, &c.

Fleury's Schemes so late was dreaded, Prove all France but empty headed; His Schemes are broke, his Millions wasted, His Troops by nasty Hussars beasted. Do del, &c.

See fierce Mallebois pursuing Empty Fame and certain ruin; With thirty thousand Men compleat, He march'd to—view his Country Seat. Do del, &c.

Next you see Bellisle the Hector, France's Guard and Spain's Protector; While Austrian Cannons play, From Prague he boldly sneaks away. Do del, &c.

Here you see the Fleet have got in Into Thouloon and there lies rotting: For their wise Commanders think, 'Tis just as good to starve as sink. Do del, &c.

From Prince Charles see Broglio running, All Europe must applaud his Cunning; The Austrian Force at such a Pitch is, Once more he'll lose or daub his Breeches. Do del, &c.

There Noailles the Hero thunders, All his Captains, threat'ning Wonders; Impatient, long'd, to give their Foes, A Sample of their—fine lac'd Cloaths. Do del, &c.

See all France with Bonefires blazes, The Jest is—what this Triumph raises! They've learn'd the Knack from Lewis the Great, To sing Te Deum—whene'er they're beat. Do del, &c.

See thro' all the hottest Fireing, While GEORGE rush'd on, his Foes retiring; Too late they mourn their Grand faut-pa, While GEORGE and Britains shout Huzza! Do del, &c.