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And little, little did they think,
when this ground they ſtood on, Sir,
To be ſo near drawn to the life,
now they’re all dead and gone, Sir. &c.
The Golden Days We now Possess.
A Sequel to the favourite Song of good Q. Beſs.
IN the praiſe of Queen BESS,
losty ſongs have been ſung, Sir;
And her fame has been echo’d
by old and by young, Sir;
But from times that are paſs’d,
we’ll for once turn our eyes, Sir,
As the times we enjoy,
’tis but wiſdom to prize, Sir.
chorus
That whate’er were the days of good Q. Beſs,
Let us praiſe the golden days we now poſſeſs.
Without armies to combat, or
armadas to withſtand, Sir,
Our foes at our feet, and the
ſword in our hand, Sir;
Laſting peace we ſecure, while
we’re Lords of the ſeas, Sir,
And our ſtout wooden walls, are
our ſure guarantees, Sir.
chorus
Such are the golden days we now poſſeſs,
Whatever were the days of good Q. Beſs.
