Song in Praise of Miss Flora Macdonald

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A Song, in praise of
Miss Flora MacDonald,
to the Tune of My Dearie
an thou die.

Flora, virtuous, faithful Maid,

Thou pointed out by Heav’nHeaven,

To guide the Hero in his Way;

To thee that Trust was giv’ngiven.

WrecktWrecked was our Hope, thy Charge &and Thee,

And cruel Death the Fate,

Had not a pow’rfulpowerful Hand sent down

Protection to thy Boat,

2.

Sure Refuge to great Charles &and thee,

And Darkness to those Men,

Who sought for Price yethe Heir to kill,

And watch’dwatched a Time to sin.

In State that pow’rfulpowerful Hand exerts

It’sIts Attributes on high,

By secret Means works out it’sits Ends,

Withdrawn from Human Eye.

3.

The Mist, qchwhich blinded William’s Fleet,

To You gave safety there.
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A Ray directive shone for You,

And led You where to steer.

✝O happy Nymph! thou sav'dstsaved yethe Prince.

Thy Fame be handed down.

Thy Name shall shine in Annals fair,

And live from Sire to Son.

Finis—

✝
This Line was afterwards changed
by the Author into the following
one, viz,
In just applause, illustrious Nymph,

Tuesday,