THE ASSOCIATION: OR, LIBERTY and LOYALTY

Wrongs to redress, and Justice to maintain, Has been the Business of our Sovereign's Reign; The Injur'd from Oppression's Sword to save, To punish Vice, and to reward the Brave; His Subjects from Invasions to defend, And his Allies, in their Distress, befriend; Unbiass'd to assert the general Good, For Europe's Safety to expend his Blood: To fix the Ballance of her Power his View; That golden Point unerring to pursue, Was the first End that Providence design'd, When for Benificence she form'd his Mind. Well this appear'd, when Gallic Arms, of late, Join'd with Bavarian, threaten'd Europe's Fate; Hungaria's Princess desolate remain'd, Her Legions slaughter'd, and her Treasures drain'd; When her Allies fraternal were afraid, To send that Queen her stipulated Aid, Touch'd with Compassion, generous Brunswick came, And poiz'd the Balance steady on the Beam. Thousands of Gauls lay stretch'd along the Plain, Thousands were drown'd repassing thro' the Mayne; And while those Gauls precipitately ran, They hop'd more Mercy from the Deep than Man: So, when a Priest-rid Tyrant heretofore, The Papal Power attempted to restore, Soon as he saw brave Nassau's Troops advance, He fled for Refuge to the Arms of France. O, may our Monarch still, by Deeds the same, Protect this Kingdom, gain a deathless Name, And with immortal William, share immortal Fame.

While England's Safety George's Thoughts controul, (The fav'rite in felt Impulse of his Soul) That Trade may flourish, Peace may be restor'd, HE, to the Empire gives a Sovereign Lord; Nor Toil, nor Treasure spares: Yet, strange to tell! A ranc'rous Rebel Rabble Rout, from Hell, Flatter'd by Rome, cajol'd by treach'rous France, Our fertil Fields to waste, with hasty Strides advance; A medley, mischief-making, motley Crew, Un-hos'd, un-breech'd,—some shod;—but, those, how few! Begot by Rapes, by Rapine fed, they prove, Without Wit wicked, Lustful without Love; Of mongrel French and Scotch, a Mixture bad, Half-blooded, and cross-bred, from Sires run mad; Train'd in Hypocrisy, that impious Evil! They God affront, yet meanly fear the Devil! Lawless Banditti, who, abandon'd, dare Miscall base Robbery, and foul Murder, War; Tyrants at heart, ungenerously brave, They fight not to protect, but to enslave; Should they succeed (which Heaven avert!) their Fate Now mark, how just! which they'll repent too late; Frantic, fool-hardy, bigot-blinded Elves, The Snares, for others laid, entrap themselves: To glut the Malice, and the Pride, they come, Of Paris, Madrid, and insatiate Rome. Now, all their papal Puppet-shews display'd, That tinsel'd Trump'ry which supports their Trade; Monks teach deluded Mortals to believe, They merit Heav'n, who Hereticks deceive: "Again religious Fires prepare to shine, "And Inquisitions plead their Right Divine."

England, provok'd, now feels, one generous Soul Inspires each honest Heart, to loyalize the Whole; From northern Tweed, far as the eastmost Thames, A Patriot-Passion every Breast inflames: The healthy Hunters, whose high mettled Blood Late swept the Vale, or beat the neighb'ring Wood, To chase the wily Fox, quick catch th' Alarm; Themselves, their Tenants, and their Huntsmen arm: In full Career, their Coursers scour the Plain, To seek a more pernicious savage Train. The Farmer, strait, unyokes the generous Steed, Who, from his tramel'd Harness, being freed, Snuffs up the Air, and jocund, neighs aloud, Of his new Trappings and arm'd Master proud; Both find their Bosoms with new Spirit fill'd, And march to guard the Lands they lately till'd: Divines and Nobles, Gentry, Merchants, All, Chearful associate at their Country's Call; Without Distinction, dauntless issue forth, To dare the Desparadoes of the North.

O thou, great God of Battles, stretch thy Hand, All pow'rful, to preserve this threaten'd Land; All Hearts, all Hands unite; support the Cause Of Loyalty, Religion, Freedom, Laws! O'er our courageous Chiefs, may'st thou preside, Our Councils thy unerring Wisdom guide; Nor let dire Faction, more, this happy Realm divide!