And now that all have left the Place, Transporting Joys crowd on apace, The Nymph contends like one that would not win; Entrain'd with Pleasure now she lies, The Youth has gain'd the noble Prize, And now her Fears are past, and Joys begin. _A_ SONG. _The Words by Mr._ ESCOURT. [Music] You tell me _Dick_ you've lately read That we are beaten in _Spain_; But prithee Boy hold up thy Head, We'll beat 'em twice for it again _With a Fal la la la la la la la._ Is this the Courage you us'd to boast, Why thou art quite cast down; You can reflect on what we've lost, But ne'er think what we've won, _With a Fal_, &c. What tho' _Jack Spaniard_ crack and bounce, He ne'er shall do so again; We took last Year as many Towns, As they have now took Men, _With a Fal_, &c. In War and Gaming it is the same, According to the old Saying; Who's sure to conquer ev'ry Game, Quite loses the Pleasure of playing: _With a Fal_, &c. I think we have a Man of our own, A Man if I may call him so; For after those great Deeds he has done, I may question if he's so or no, _With a Fal_, &c. But now if you wou'd know his Name, 'Tis _Johnny Marlborough_; The beaten _French_ has felt his Fame, And so shall the Spaniards too, _With a Fal_, &c. And since we cannot Justice do, To ev'ry Victory; In a full Glass our Zeal let's show, To our General's Family, _With a Fal_, &c. For he has Eight fair Daughters, And each of them is a Charmer; There's Lady _Railton_, _Bridgwater_, Fine _Sunderland_, Lady _Mount-Hermer_, _With a Fal_, &c. The other Four so Charming are, They will with Raptures fill ye; There's Lady _Hochstet_, _Schellenburgh_, Bright _Blenheim_, and Lady _Ramillie_, _With a Fal_, &c. The last were got so fair and strong, As in Story ne'er was told; The first Four always will be Young, And the last will never be Old, _With a Fal_, &c. At ev'ry Feast, e'er we are all deceas'd, And the Service begins to be hard; 'Tis surely your Duty, to Toast a young Beauty, Call'd Madamosel _Audenard_, _With a Fal_, &c. All Joy to his Grace, for the ninth of his Race, She's as fair as most of the former; But where is that he, dare so impudent be, To compare her to Lady _Mount-Hermer_, _With a Fal_, &c. And now to make thy Hopes more strong, And make you look like a Man; Remember that all these belong, To the Queen of Great _Britain_, _With a Fal_, &c. Then prithee _Dick_ hold up thy Head, Altho' we were beaten in _Spain_; As sure as Scarlet Colour is Red, We'll beat them twice for it again: _With a Fal_, &c. _A_ SONG.