Classic Poem

Farewell old year, for Thou canst ne're return,
No more than the great Queen for whom we mourn;
Farewell old year, with thee the Stuart race
Its Exit made, which long our Isle did grace;
Farewell old year, the Church hath lost in Thee
The best Defender it will ever see;
Farewell old year, for Thou to us did bring
Strange changes in our State, a stranger King;
Farewell old year, for thou with Broomstick hard
Hast drove poor Tory from St James's Yard;
Farewell old year, old Monarch, and old Tory,
Farewell old England, Thou hast lost thy glory.