EBBA 20828
Magdalene College - Pepys
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A health to the Royal Family
Or, the TORIES Delight.
A new Play house song, Tune, Hey boys up go we.
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Come give's a brimmer fill it up
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tis to Great Charles our King,
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And merrily let it go round
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whilst we rejoyce and sing;
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Let Rebels plot tis all in vain
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they plot themselves but woe
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Come Loyal Lads unto the Queen
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and briskly let it go.
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He's no Tory baulks his wine
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let sneaking Whigs make faces
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Who'd pull the King & Bishops down
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that they might have their places
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Here's to the Duke & Dutches healths
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wishing them long to live,
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And to all those that wish their fall
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their dues may Tyburn give.
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To Noble George the Danish Prince
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and to his Royal Bride,
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Come set it round without delay
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by whom it is deny'd
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Loves not the King nor Duke tis plain
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then let him noted be,
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As one that no wel-wisher is
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to'th Royal Progenie.
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Come merrily set round the glass
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come fill it brisk away
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To me to thee, to thee to me
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let us have no delay;
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Here goes this Bummer tis but small
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for such & Loyal Health
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And he that baulks it let him have
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henceforth no wine nor wealth.
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We Pope & Presbiter deffe
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who'd lead us by the noses
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Till they find time fit to destroy
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such as their will opposes;
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With Baccus still we traffick will
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for briskest juice oth Vine
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And drink about like Loyal boyes
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until our faces shine.
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Why should we care, we have enough
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and never can be poor
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Since such Nector we have got
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we care for nothing more;
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Then lets be merry jovial Lads
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and turn about the glasses
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To all true Loyallists lets drink
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forgetting foolls and asses.
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Let drowsiness be banisht hence
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this is a time to barr it,
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See here the Bottles all are out
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fill 'um once more with Clarret,
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Be sure to bring us of the best
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that is in the three Nations
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Look sharp be quick and do not stay
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least that you try our patience.
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Toth Prince of Orange let it go
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heres to his Princess tother,
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May he a happy Father be
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and she a happy mother,
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Let none forget them though the Seas
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divide them from our sight
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But let us with them health & wealth
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peace, plenty and delight.
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Come fill another Bumper up
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blind Fortune wont forsake us
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He that made two, made surely three
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come hangt twill never break us.
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For State affairs let them alone
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to those that are to wield um
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Come come we'l drink the other glass
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because we meet but seldome.
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Come turn it off then & weel home
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to shew we can give over
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And Loyalty without excess
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can modestly discover.
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Each one his Bottle has to pay
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tis done we'l now be packing
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Tomorrow we will meet again
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where no good wine is lacking.
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Printed, for J. Wright, J Clark, W. Thackery, and T. Passen[ger].
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