COntending kings, and fields of death, too long
Have been the subject of the British song,
Who hath not read of fam'd Ramilia's plain,
Bavaria's fall, and Danube choak'd with slain?
Exhausted themes! A gentle note I raise,
And sing returning Peace in softer lays.
Their fury quell'd, and martial rage allay'd,
I wait our heroes in the sylvan shade:
Disbanding hosts are imag'd to my mind,
And warring pow'rs in friendly leagues combin'd;
While ease and pleasure make the nations smile,
And heav'n and  bless Britannia's isle.