An Excellent New Song On the late Victories over the TURKS.  
To a very Pleasant New Tune.  

(1)  
HArk! the thundering Canons roar,  
echoing from the Germane shore,  
And the joyful News comes o'er,  
The Turks are all confounded;  
Lorraine comes, they run, they run;  
Charge your horse through the grand halfmoon  
We'll quarter give to none,  
Since Staremberg is wounded.   

(2)  
Close your Ranks, & each brave Soul  
Take a lusty flowng Bowl,  
A grand Carouse to th' Royal Pole,  
The Empire's brave Defender;  
No man leave his Post by stealth,  
Plunder the Grand Viziers Wealth,  
But drink a Helmet full to th' Health  
Of the Second ALEXANDER.   

(3)  
MAHOMET was a sober Dog,  
A small Beer drowsy senseless rogue,  
The Juice of the Grape so much in vogue  
To forbid to those Adore him;  
Had he but allowed the VINE,  
Given'em leave to carouse in Wine  
The Turk had safely past the Rhine,  
And conquered all before him.   

(4)  
With dull TEA they sought in vain  
Hopeless victory to obtain,  
Where sprighty Wine fills every Vein●  
Success must needs attend him;  
Our Brains, (like our Canons) war●  
With often Firing, feels no harm  
While the sober sot flies the Alarm,  
No Laurel can be friend him.   

(5)  
Christians thus with Conquests Crowned  
Conquest with the Glass goes round  
Weak Coffee can't keep its ground  
Against the force of Glaret:  
Whilst we give them thus the Foil,  
And the Pagan Troops Recoil,  
The Valiant Poles divide the Spoil  
And in brisk Nectar share it.   

(6)  
Infidels are now o'ercome,  
But the most Christian Turk's at ho●  
Watching the Fate of Christendo●  
But all his hopes are shallow;  
Since the Poles have led the Danc●  
Let English CESAR now advance  
And if he sends a Fleet to France,  
He's a Whig that will not follow    

Printed by Nat. Thompson at the entrance into Old Spring Garden near Charing Cros●