A PROPER NEW BALLAD, Entitled, The Granadeers Rant.  
To its own proper New Tune, High the brave Granadeer, Ho.  

CAptain Hume is bound to Sea,  
hay boys, to boys:  
Captain Hume is bound to Sea,  
Ho:  
Captain Hume is bound to Sea,  
And his brave company;  
hay the brave Granadeer  
Ho.   

We'll drink no more Irish Beer  
hay boys, ho boys:  
We'll drink no more Irish Beer  
Ho:  
〈◊〉 drink no more Irish Beer,  
For we're all bound for Tangier,  
hay the brave Granadeer  
Ho.   

We'll drink the Spanish Wine,  
hay boys, ho boys:  
We'll drink the Spanish Wine  
Ho:  
We'll drink the Spanish Wine,  
And Court their Ladies fine,  
hay the brave Granadeer  
Ho.   

Now we're upon the Sounds,  
hay boys, ho boys;  
Now we're upon the Sounds  
Ho:  
Now we're upon the Sounds,  
Every man's health goes round,  
hay the brave Granadeer  
Ho.   

When we came to Calls on Shore,  
hay boys, ho boys;  
When we came to Calls on Shore  
Ho:  
When we came to Calls on Shore,  
We made the Guns to roar,  
hay the brave Granadeer  
Ho.   

Now we drink the Spanish Wine,  
hay boys, ho boys:  
Now we drink the Spanish Wine  
Ho:  
Now we drink the Spanish Wine,  
And kiss their Ladies fine,  
hay the brave Scottish hopes  
Ho.   

When we do view Tangier,  
hay boys, ho boys:  
When we do view Tangier,  
Ho  
Now we do see Tangier,  
We'll make these proud Moors to fear:  
hay the brave Granadeer  
Ho.   

When we come to Tangier shore,  
hay boys, ho boys;  
When we come to Tangier shore  
Ho:  
When we Land on Tangier shore,  
We'll make our Granads to roar;  
hay the brave Granadeer  
Ho.   

When we come upon the Mould,  
hay boys, ho boys;  
When we come upon the Mould  
Ho:  
When we come upon the Mould.  
We'll make these proud Mores to yield,  
hay the brave Scottish boys  
Ho.   

When we come upon the Wall,  
hay boys, ho boys;  
When we come upon the Wall  
Ho:  
When we come upon the Wall;  
We'll make these proud Mores to fall;  
hay the brave Granadeer  
Ho.   

There's Hacket, Hume and Hodge,  
hay boys, ho boys;  
There's Hacket, Hume and Hodge,  
ho:  
There's Hacket, Hume and Hodge,  
In Charles' Fort shall lodge.  
hay the brave Granadeer  
ho.   

Hacket led on the Van.  
hay boys, ho boys;  
Hacket led on the Van,  
ho:  
Hacket led on the Van,  
Where was killed many a man;  
hay the brave Scottish boys  
ho.   

Sixty brave Granadeer,  
hay boys, ho boys;  
Sixty brave Granadeer  
ho:  
Sixty brave Granadeer,  
●eat the Moors from Tangiers,  
hay the brave Scottish boys  
ho.   
FINIS.   

A CAROUSE To The Emperor, the Royal Pole, And the much-wronged DUKE of LORRAINE.  
TO a new Tune, at the PLAYHOUSE.  

HArk I hear the Cannons roar,  
Echoing from the Germane Shore,  
And the joyful news comes over,  
that the Turks are all confounded;  
Lorraine comes they run they run,  
Charge with your Horse through the grand Halfmoon  
And give Quarter unto none,  
since Starenberg is Wounded.   

Close your Ranks and each brave Soul  
Fill a lusty flowing Bowl.  
A grand Carouse to the Royal Pole,  
the Emperor's brave defender:  
Let no man leave his Post by stealth,  
Plunder the Barbarous Viziers Wealth:  
We'll drink a Helmet full, the Health.  
of Second Alexander.   

Fill the Helmet once again,  
To the Emperor's happy Reign,  
And the much wronged Duke Lorraine.  
but when the be beat this Turks home,  
Not a Soul the Field will leave,  
Till they do again retrieve.  
What the Moonster does detrieve,  
and fix him in his Dukedom.   

Then will be the Schen of war,  
When such drinking Crowns prepare,  
Those that love the Monsieurs fear,  
their Courage will be shrinking;  
Loyal hearts inspired with Hock,  
Who can from a better Rock;  
The French will never stand the Shock,  
for all their Claret drinking,   

Mahomet was a senseless Dog,  
A Coffee-drinking drowsy Rogue,  
The use of the Grape so much in vogue,  
to deny to those adore him:  
Had he allowed the fruits of the vine.  
And gave them leave to carouse in wine,  
They had freely past the Rhine.  
and conquered all before them,   

Coffee Rallies no retreat,  
Vind can only do the fear,  
Had their force been twice as great,  
and all of janazaries.  
Tho he had drank the Danube dry,  
And all their profit could supply,  
By his interest from the Sky,  
brisk Lang●on ne'er miscarried.   

Infidels are now over come,  
The most Christian Turk at home,  
Watched the Fate of Christendom,  
but all his hopes are shallow:  
Since the Poles have led the Dance.  
If England's Monarch will advance.  
And if he'll send a Fleet to Fr●●●…  
he's a Whig that will not follow.   
FINIS.