The Loyal PROTESTANT
Or, A defiance to Traytors, being a most pleasant and delightful new Play Song. Tune of, Let Traytors plot on.
Romes fury now by Heaven is quite supprest,
And yet the Scarlet Beast can take no rest,
We live secure beneath the Monarchs wings,
Who justly may be stil'd the best of Kings.
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LEt Traytors Plot on till at last they'r undone,
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By hurting their braines to destroy us;
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We whose hearts are at rest in our Loyalty blest,
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What Demon or Power can annoy us?
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Ambition, like Wine, does the sense confound,
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And Treason's a damnable thing,
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Then let him that thinks well see his Brimmer go round
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And pray for the safety and life of the King.
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Let Caesar live long, let Caesar live long,
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For ever be happy, and ever be young,
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And he that dares hope to change King for Pope
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Let him dye, let him die, whilest Caesar lives long.
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How happy are we when our thoughts are all free,
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And blest in our foresaid obedience?
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Whilest the pollitick fool that's ambitious to rule
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Still bawks at the Oath of Allegiance.
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He trembles and flies from his numerous foes,
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Like a Deer that the Hunteas so round,
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While we that hate all that would Monarchs depose
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Make the joys of our hearts like the glasses abound.
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Let Caesar live etc.
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Those Traytors that toile to betray their own soil,
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Who the murther of Princes are plotting,
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Let ruine and fate continually wait,
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And Rome ne'r n England get footing.
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Whilst our nobler soules are dranched in full bouls,
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And Loyalty in our breasts flourish,
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Declaring the fame of our Monarchs great name,
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Till all the bold Traytors shall perish.
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Let Caesar etc.
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Romes counsells we'l banish, no French, nor Spanish
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Shall gain their vile ends to deceive us,
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Nor in Jesuites Caps for London lay Traps,
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With flames of our wealth to bereave us:
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That old triple head that made Monarch once dread
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On whom the great Harlot came rideing,
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Has now got the Trade to destroy a poor maid
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To fire our houses by bribeing.
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Yet let Cesar live long, let Cesar live long,
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For ever be happy for ever be young.
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And het that dares hope to change King for Pope
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Let him die, let him die, whilst Cesar lives long.
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Nay, still let 'um fret, and be caught in the Net,
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That they had close laid for our slaughter,
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Whilst in vain they conspire to set Albion on fire,
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And Protestant-blood spill like water.
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Yet in spight o'th Meal-tub, or the white-horse club
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Old England aboundeth in pleasure,
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'Tis Heavens chief end her Prince to defend,
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And store us with plenty of treasure.
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Then let Cesar live long, let Cesar live long,
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For ever be happy and ever be young,
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And he etc.
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The beasts in the Tower are spoyl'd of their power
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And now they may roar but in vain,
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The Eagle prevailes, and their plotting now fails,
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Whilst that they stand snarling for shame,
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For so basely being bull'd and by their Priest gull'd
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In hopes of Ambitious renown,
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And left in the lurch by their false Mother Church
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Whilst they greedily catcht at a Crown.
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Let Cesar live etc.
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Whilst Loyalty Reigns in true English Veins,
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And Protestant glory abounds,
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Till Babylon's whore shall tempt us no more
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Till the beast has received his wounds,
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For this let us pray and continually say,
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All glory and honour be given
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To him that can quell the fierce potents of Hell
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Till the locust be back again driven.
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Let Cesar etc.
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For Charles's long reign let each subject now dain
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To express a good wish in a Brimmer;
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Then trowle his health round while our joys do abound
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Whilst the Stars in the Firmament glimmer
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Let honour and fame still crown his great name,
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And prosperous dayes may still grace him,
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Which its Heavens design for to make him divine
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Amongst Angels for ever to place him.
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Let Caesar live long, let Caesar live long,
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For ever be happy and ever be young,
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And he that does hope to change King for a Pope,
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Let him die, let him die, whilst Caesar lives long.
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