To a Steeple on High, The Battle to Spy, Up Mounted these clever young Men; And when from the Spire They saw so much Fire, They cleverly came down again. Then a Horse-back they got, All upon the same spot, By advice of their Cousin _Vendosme_; O Lord! cry'd out he Unto young _Burgundy_, Wou'd your Brother and you were at Home. Just so did he say When without more delay, Away the young Gentry fled; Whose Heels for that Work Were much lighter than Cork, But their Hearts were more heavy than Lead. Not so did behave The young _Hannover_ brave In this bloody Field I assure ye; When his War-Horse was shot, Yet he matter'd it not, But charg'd still on Foot like a Fury. When Death flew about Aloud he call'd out, Ho! you Chevalier of St. GEORGE; If you'll never stand By Sea nor by Land, Pretender, that Title you forge. Thus boldly he stood, As became that high Blood, Which runs in his Veins so blue; This Gallant young Man Being kin to Queen ANN, Fought as were she a Man, she wou'd do. What a Racket was here, (I think 'twas last Year) For a little ill Fortune in _Spain_; When by letting 'em Win, We have drawn the Putts in To lose all they are worth this Campaign. Tho' _Bruges_ and _Ghent_, To the Monsieur we lent, With Interest he soon shall repay 'em; While _Paris_ may Sing, With her sorrowful King _De Profundis_, instead of _Te Deum_. From their Dream of Success, They'll awaken we guess At the sound of Great _Marlborough's_ Drums; They may think if they will Of _Almanza_ still, But 'tis _Blenheim_ wherever he comes. O _Lewis_ perplex'd, What General's next? Thou hast hitherto chang'd 'em in vain; He has beat 'em all round, If no new ones are found, He shall Beat the old over again. We'll let _Tallard_ out If he'll take t'other bout; And much he's improv'd let me tell ye, With _Nottingham_ Ale, At every Meal, And good Pudding and Beef in his Belly. As Losers at Play, Their Dice throw away, While the Winner he still Wins on; Let who will Command, Thou hadst better Disband, For Old Bully thy Doctors are gone. A Happy Memorable BALLAD, _On the Fight near_ Audenard, _between the Duke of_ Marlborough, _of_ Great-Britain; _and the Duke of_ Vendosme, _of_ France. _As also the strange and wonderful Manner how the Princes of the Blood Royal of_ France, _were found in a Wood. In allusion to the_ Unhappy Memorable SONG _commonly call'd_ CHEVY-CHACE. [Music] God Prosper long our Gracious Queen, Our Lives and Safeties all: A woful Fight of late their did Near _Audenard_ befal. To drive the _French_ with Sword and Gun, Brave _Marlborough_ took his Way; Ah! woe the Time that _France_ beheld The Fighting of that Day.