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So now my song is ended,
I hope each tar will smile,
And as we have obtain'd a peace,
may plenty crown our isle.
Hoping Columbia's sons will never
oppose our future joy
Or if they do, may we courage find
our enemy to annoy.
Let Ambition fire thy Mind
Let Ambition fire thy mind,
thou wert born o'er men to reign,
Not to follow flocks design'd:
scorn thy crooks and leave the plain.
Cr(illegible text) I'll throw beneath thy feet,
(illegible text) the necks of kings shall tread;
Joys inciting, joys shall meet,
which way e'er thy fancy lead.
Let not spoils of empire fright;
toils of empire pleasures are;
Thou shalt only know delight,
and all the joy but not the care.
Shepherd, if thou't yield the prize,
for the blessings I bestow,
Joyful I'll ascend the skies,
happy thou shall reign below.
finis.
