Spite of Dutch friends and English foes, <br />Poor Britain shall have peace at last: <br />Holland got towns, and we got blows; <br />But Dunkirk's ours, we'll hold it fast. <br />We have got it in a string, <br />And the Whigs may all go swing, <br />For among good friends I love to be plain; <br />All their false deluded hopes <br />Will, or ought to end in ropes; <br />'But the Queen shall enjoy her own again.' <br /> <br /> <br />Sunderland's run out of his wits, <br />And Dismal double Dismal looks; <br />Wharton can only swear by fits, <br />And strutting Hal is off the hooks; <br />Old Godolphin, full of spleen, <br />Made false moves, and lost his Queen: <br />Harry look'd fierce, and shook his ragged mane: <br />But a Prince of high renown <br />Swore he'd rather lose a crown, <br />'Than the Queen should enjoy her own again.' <br /> <br />Our merchant-ships may cut the line, <br />And not be snapt by privateers. <br />And commoners who love good wine <br />Will drink it now as well as peers: <br />Landed men shall have their rent, <br />Yet our stocks rise cent, per cent. <br />The Dutch from hence shall no more millions drain: <br />We'll bring on us no more debts, <br />Nor with bankrupts fill gazettes; <br />'And the Queen shall enjoy her own again.' <br /> <br />The towns we took ne'er did us good: <br />What signified the French to beat? <br />We spent our money and our blood, <br />To make the Dutchmen proud and great: <br />But the Lord of Oxford swears, <br />Dunkirk never shall be theirs. <br />The Dutch-hearted Whigs may rail and complain; <br />But true Englishmen may fill <br />A good health to General Hill: <br />'For the Queen now enjoys her own again.'<br /><br />Jonathan Swift<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/peace-and-dunkirk/
