Then since, Sir, from you all our blessings do flow,
And a tribute of praise to the fountain we owe,
'Tis fit when the best of your subjects address,
In music and song we our hearts should express,
As rivers back into the ocean do run
And a homage do pay where their streams first begun.
May no harsher sounds e'er invade your blest ears,
To disturb your repose or alarm our fears,
No trumpet be heard in this place or drum beat,
But in compliment or to invite you to eat,
Or this happy palace with any shouts ring
But the loud acclamations of Long live the King!'