On The Bill For Preventing The Exportation Of British Wool

BRITONS! rejoice at your approaching fame,
Now haughty France shall shudder at your name;
Your antient grandeur soon restor'd you'll find,
With commerce 'tis inseparably join'd.
In future records of this happy land,
Unmatch'd shall that illustrious æra stand;
When Britain's Senate, fir'd with noblest zeal,
Stood forth and acted for their country's weal;
And gave her sons alone the pow'r to hold
Their snowy Fleece, more worth than mines of gold:
The Fleece, their nat'ral right, their greatest boast,
Their strength, by neighb'ring kingdoms envy'd most;
From this fam'd period future times shall know
Those matchless blessings which from commerce flow.
Old England with its antient splendor grac'd,
The great, unequall'd day shall back be trac'd,
Which gain'd the cause; and each true patriot's name
Shall stand recorded in the book of fame;
Who bravely dar'd to crush their Gallic foes,
And save their country from unnumber'd woes.
Now old Norvicum's sons once more shall hear
The sweet, harmonious sounds of joy sincere;
Peace in her walls, and commerce shall endure,
Her Fleece protected, and her trade secure.
The city shall with all its lustre shine,
Th' industr'ous indigent no more shall pine;
Justice and truth their native rights shall guard,
And golden plenty all their toils reward.