We did attempt to travell all Last night,
The Moon was perish [sic] but the Stars gave Light
And Steer'd us to your Cottage fair & Bright.
We have brought you foreign Wine, Your friends to Grace
Wine that will Bask & Sparkle in their face
As also purest Nance,* the Flower of France
Will make a Parson & a Butcher Dance
We have likewise brought a Flash of Rumm
I dare to Say the best in Christendom
But best of all because it's Safe come home.
I have Viewed your Cotage, could I call it my own
I'd Scorn a Spanish, nay a Brittish Throne,
And Sway my Scepter, & here reign alone.