To the tune of “Hark! the Thundering Cannons roar.” HARK! the bells and steeples ring! A health to James our royal King; Heaven approves the offering, Resounding in chorus; Let our sacrifice aspire, Richest gems perfume the fire, Angels and the sacred quire Have led the way before us. Thro’ loud storms and tempests driven, This wrong’d prince to us was given, The mighty James, preserved by Heaven To be a future blessing; The anointed instrument, Good great Charles to represent, And fill our souls with that content Which we are now possessing. Justice, plenty, wealth, and peace, With the fruitful land’s increase, All the treasures of the seas, With him to us are given; As the brother, just and good, From whose royal father’s blood Clemency runs like a flood, A legacy from Heaven. Summon’d young to fierce alarms, Born a man in midst of arms, His good angels kept from harms— The people’s joy and wonder; Early laurels crown’d his brow, And the crowd did praise allow, Whilst against the Belgick foe Great Jove implored his thunder. Like him none e’er fill’d the throne, Never courage yet was known With so much conduct met in one, To claim our due devotion; Who made the Belgick lion roar, Drove ’em back to their own shore, To humble and encroach no more Upon the British ocean. When poor Holland first grew proud, Saucy, insolent, and loud, Great James subdued the boisterous crowd, The foaming ocean stemming; His country’s glory and its good He valued dearer than his blood, And rid sole sovereign o’er his flood, In spight of French or Fleming. When he the foe had overcome, Brought them peace and conquest home, Exiled in foreign parts to roam, Ungrateful rebels vote him; But spite of all their insolence, Inspired with god-like patience, The rightful heir, kind Providence Did to a throne promote him. May justice at his elbow wait To defend the Church and State, The subject and this monarch’s date May no storm e’er dissever: May he long adorn this place With his royal brother’s grace, His mercy and his tenderness, To rule this land for ever. IN A SUMMER’S DAY. From Hogg’s Jacobite Relics. IN a summer’s day when all was gay The lads and lasses met In a flowery mead, when each lovely maid Was by her true love set. Dick took the glass, and drank to his lass, And _Jamie’s_ health around did pass; Huzza! they cried; Huzza! they all replied, God bless our noble King.