Song CI. the Marquis of Granby

Tho' Austria and Prussia, France, Flanders, and Russia, Have Heroes who claim an attention; On the long list of Fame, as I look'd at each name, A Briton I thought she shou'd mention. A Man among Men, Who was worthy her pen, Nor cou'd she doubt who must the Man be; As I saw not the whole, She unfolded the scroll, And on top stood the Marquis of Granby.

Old Time shook his Scythe, as he tott'ring stood by, His Iron Teeth dreadfully grated; Yet the sad-looking Crone clear'd his brow from a frown When Fame had my business related. The cheeks of the Churl, With a smile, seem to curl, And cheerfully answ'ring as can be, Say, single-lock'd Seer, "Sir, this point's pretty clear, "We all lov'd the Marquis of Granby."

"By order of Fate I was bid to translate "That Hero to happier station; "The trumpet of Fame shook the air to proclaim "Her Granby's beatification. "He shines now a Star, "Near the Planet of War," Illustrious Soldier befriend us, Be thy Influence our Shield, And, when dar'd to the Field, May thy Martial Spirit attend us.

Grief, away with your tears, see his Lineage appears, We remember those looks, and adore 'em; They shall live in our love, and, my life on't, they prove As brave as the brave Man before 'em. What more can we say? But the Granby's huzza! Encore! loud and loud as loud can be; To the brim fill it up, It is Gratitude's Cup, Off it goes, To the Offspring of Granby.