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Far off no matter whether east or west	A
A real country or one made in jest	A
Nor yet by modern Mandevilles disgraced	B
Nor by map jobbers wretchedly misplaced	B
There lies an island neither great nor small	C
Which for distinction sake I Gotham call	C
The man who finds an unknown country out	D
By giving it a name acquires no doubt	D
A Gospel title though the people there	E
The pious Christian thinks not worth his care	E
Bar this pretence and into air is hurl'd	F
The claim of Europe to the Western world	F
Cast by a tempest on the savage coast	G
Some roving buccaneer set up a post	G
A beam in proper form transversely laid	H
Of his Redeemer's cross the figure made	H
Of that Redeemer with whose laws his life	I
From first to last had been one scene of strife	I
His royal master's name thereon engraved	J
Without more process the whole race enslaved	J
Cut off that charter they from Nature drew	K
And made them slaves to men they never knew	K
Search ancient histories consult records	L
Under this title the most Christian lords	L
Hold thanks to conscience more than half the ball	C
O'erthrow this title they have none at all	C
For never yet might any monarch dare	E
Who lived to Truth and breathed a Christian air	E
Pretend that Christ who came we all agree	M
To bless his people and to set them free	M
To make a convert ever one law gave	N
By which converters made him first a slave	N
Spite of the glosses of a canting priest	O
Who talks of charity but means a feast	O
Who recommends it whilst he seems to feel	P
The holy glowings of a real zeal	P
To all his hearers as a deed of worth	Q
To give them heaven whom they have robb'd of earth	Q
Never shall one one truly honest man	R
Who bless'd with Liberty reveres her plan	R
Allow one moment that a savage sire	S
Could from his wretched race for childish hire	S
By a wild grant their all their freedom pass	T
And sell his country for a bit of glass	T
Or grant this barbarous right let Spain and France	U
In slavery bred as purchasers advance	U
Let them whilst Conscience is at distance hurl'd	F
With some gay bauble buy a golden world	F
An Englishman in charter'd freedom born	V
Shall spurn the slavish merchandise shall scorn	V
To take from others through base private views	W
What he himself would rather die than lose	W
Happy the savage of those early times	X
Ere Europe's sons were known and Europe's crimes	X
Gold cursed gold slept in the womb of earth	Q
Unfelt its mischiefs as unknown its worth	Q
In full content he found the truest wealth	Y
In toil he found diversion food and health	Y
Stranger to ease and luxury of courts	Z
His sports were labours and his labours sports	Z
His youth was hardy and his old age green	A2
Life's morn was vigorous and her eve serene	A2
No rules he held but what were made for use	B2
No arts he learn'd nor ills which arts produce	B2
False lights he follow'd but believed them true	K
He knew not much but lived to what he knew	K
Happy thrice happy now the savage race	C2
Since Europe took their gold and gave them grace	C2
Pastors she sends to help them in their need	D2
Some who can't write with others who can't read	E2
And on sure grounds the gospel pile to rear	F2
Sends missionary felons every year	F2
Our vices with more zeal than holy prayers	G2
She teaches them and in return takes theirs	G2
Her rank oppressions give them cause to rise	H2
Her want of prudence means and arms supplies	H2
Whilst her brave rage not satisfied with life	I
Rising in blood adopts the scalping knife	I
Knowledge she gives enough to make them know	I2
How abject is their state how deep their woe	I2
The worth of freedom strongly she explains	J2
Whilst she bows down and loads their necks with chains	J2
Faith too she plants for her own ends impress'd	A
To make them bear the worst and hope the best	A
And whilst she teaches on vile Interest's plan	R
As laws of God the wild decrees of man	R
Like Pharisees of whom the Scriptures tell	K2
She makes them ten times more the sons of Hell	K2
But whither do these grave reflections tend	L2
Are they design'd for any or no end	L2
Briefly but this to prove that by no act	M2
Which Nature made that by no equal pact	M2
'Twixt man and man which might if Justice heard	N2
Stand good that by no benefits conferr'd	N2
Or purchase made Europe in chains can hold	O2
The sons of India and her mines of gold	O2
Chance led her there in an accursed hour	S
She saw and made the country hers by power	S
Nor drawn by virtue's love from love of fame	P2
Shall my rash folly controvert the claim	P2
Or wish in thought that title overthrown	Q2
Which coincides with and involves my own	Q2
Europe discover'd India first I found	R2
My right to Gotham on the self same ground	R2
I first discover'd it nor shall that plea	M
To her be granted and denied to me	M
I plead possession and till one more bold	O2
Shall drive me out will that possession hold	O2
With Europe's rights my kindred rights I twine	S2
Hers be the Western world be Gotham mine	S2
Rejoice ye happy Gothamites rejoice	T2
Lift up your voice on high a mighty voice	T2
The voice of gladness and on every tongue	U2
In strains of gratitude be praises hung	U2
The praises of so great and good a king	V2
Shall Churchill reign and shall not Gotham sing	V2
As on a day a high and holy day	W2
Let every instrument of music play	W2
Ancient and modern those which drew their birth	Q
Punctilios laid aside from Pagan earth	Q
As well as those by Christian made and Jew	K
Those known to many and those known to few	K
Those which in whim and frolic lightly float	X2
And those which swell the slow and solemn note	X2
Those which whilst Reason stands in wonder by	Y2
Make some complexions laugh and others cry	Y2
Those which by some strange faculty of sound	R2
Can build walls up and raze them to the ground	R2
Those which can tear up forests by the roots	Z2
And make brutes dance like men and men like brutes	Z2
Those which whilst Ridicule leads up the dance	Z2
Make clowns of Monmouth ape the fops of France	Z2
Those which where Lady Dulness with Lord Mayors	Z2
Presides disdaining light and trifling airs	Z2
Hallow the feast with psalmody and those	Z2
Which planted in our churches to dispose	Z2
And lift the mind to Heaven are disgraced	B
With what a foppish organist calls Taste	B
All from the fiddle on which every fool	A3
The pert son of dull sire discharged from school	A3
Serves an apprenticeship in college ease	Z2
And rises through the gamut to degrees	Z2
To those which though less common not less sweet	B3
From famed Saint Giles's and more famed Vine Street	B3
Where Heaven the utmost wish of man to grant	C3
Gave me an old house and an older aunt	C3
Thornton whilst Humour pointed out the road	D3
To her arch cub hath hitch'd into an ode	D3
All instruments attend ye listening spheres	Z2
Attend ye sons of men and hear with ears	Z2
All instruments nor shall they seek one hand	E3
Impress'd from modern Music's coxcomb band	E3
All instruments self acted at my name	P2
Shall pour forth harmony and loud proclaim	P2
Loud but yet sweet to the according globe	F3
My praises whilst gay Nature in a robe	F3
A coxcomb doctor's robe to the full sound	R2
Keeps time like Boyce and the world dances round	R2
Rejoice ye happy Gothamites rejoice	Z2
Lift up your voice on high a mighty voice	Z2
The voice of gladness and on every tongue	U2
In strains of gratitude be praises hung	U2
The praises of so great and good a king	V2
Shall Churchill reign and shall not Gotham sing	V2
Infancy straining backward from the breast	A
Tetchy and wayward what he loveth best	A
Refusing in his fits whilst all the while	G3
The mother eyes the wrangler with a smile	G3
And the fond father sits on t' other side	H3
Laughs at his moods and views his spleen with pride	H3
Shall murmur forth my name whilst at his hand	E3
Nurse stands interpreter through Gotham's land	E3
Childhood who like an April morn appears	Z2
Sunshine and rain hopes clouded o'er with fears	Z2
Pleased and displeased by starts in passion warm	I3
In reason	J3

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