Classic Poem

My name is Albion—Lady dear,
Accept my service tendered here,
For know, I've laid my plan
So gentle, kind and good to be,
That in your favour soon you'll see
Your rival, Lady Anne.

I'll love your friend, I'll bite your foe,
I'll guide your steps where'er you go;
Where'er you choose your seat,
There at your feet I'll rest reclined,
'Twill please the wise and good to find
That Albion's at your feet.