CAMBRIA

Renowned Camber, Britain's true repose, Whose ardent zeal to her admired Prince, Hath ever been approved to friends and foes To sacrifice her blood in his defence. With high-swollen words of vaunt to thunder forth How much we dare to do in this respect, Were more then merely idle; since our worth Shall show it self in such words true effect. Our hopeful Prince while Cambers Raze does Breath, Shall they with fast united might, In his joust cause will their best Swords unsheath Against the stoutest Opposer of his Right. We scorn that Wales such weaklings should afford, That dare not bravely front the eagerst foe At any Weapon (Pistol, Pike, or Sword) And (Like stout Warriors) give him bloe for bloe. But to our Prince (Great Britain's matchless Heir) As humbly low, as is his Greatness high, Our lives we'll prostrate with our best Devoir, To do what may undo the Enemy. Whose Grace is thought upon this present day, Which day Saint George hath blisfully created, To take his Birthright; with such great joy, As such a day was never consecrated. To memorise which more then blissful Feast, We are incited by the love we owe him, The same to celebrate, or at the least Our great, great joy most thankfully to show him. Then nought remains but that we all do pray, God bless Prince HENRY Prop of England's joy.