AEuropes Pride;
OR,
ENGLAND's Glory.
Behold the pattern of Delight,
whose Subjects vow to be;
Obedient to his just Demands,
and live in Loyalty.
To the Tune of, Now now the Fight's done.
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Rejoyce English Gallants since fortune doth smile,
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You are blest with a Monarch in this little Isle;
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All people admire at his vertues so rare,
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That with him no Prince yet could ever compare:
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Then let English Subjects most chearfully sing,
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They have a merciful God and a gracious King.
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Do but mind how his pitty he freely bestows
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On Wicked Offenders, and such Men as those;
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Whom the Laws have condemn'd for to dye for their Crimes,
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As we have too many such Souls in our times:
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Then let English Subjects most chearfully sing,
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They have, etc.
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And Heaven has blest him in all his designs,
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Has blasted the Pope and his great Undermines;
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Has discover'd such Plots as were ne'r known before,
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And such as I hope we shall never see more:
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Then let English Subjects most chearfully sing,
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They have, etc.
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Through AEurope and Asia, and Africa too,
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They count to pay Homage to Charles is their due;
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But see how Embassadors beyond the Line,
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Come hither a Peace with our King to combine:
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Then let English Subjects most chearfully sing,
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They have, etc.
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The second part, to the same Tune
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The Heathen Morocco did visit this Nation,
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And here he was filled with strange admiration;
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He once thought our King an indifferent Prince,
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But reason at last did his folly Convince:
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Then let English Subjects most chearfully sing,
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They have, etc.
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The Bantum Embassador here stood amaz'd,
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And at our Kings Majesty strangely he gaz'd;
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He thought without doubt he some rare man must be,
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Such a Monarch before his eye never did see:
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Then let English Subjects most cheerfully sing,
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They have, etc.
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From France and from Spain, and from Italy too,
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They come to Old England its Prince for to wooe;
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And tye him to Friendship, and he Princely Man,
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Is free to assist and to help all he can:
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Then let English Subjects most chearfully sing,
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They have, etc.
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Then brave English Boys, let no Prejudice spring,
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Or lodge in your breast 'gainst your Soveraign King;
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The pattern of pitty, and Subjects Delight,
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Who nothing will do but what just is and right:
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Then let English Subject most chearfully sing,
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They have, etc.
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Be Loyal and true, that the world all may see,
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Then English there's none more obedient can be:
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Oh who could deny such a Prince for to serve,
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Since no Tongue can relate what his love doth deserve:
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Then let English Subjects most chearfully sing,
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They have, etc.
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Then God bless the Branches that spring from his Loyns,
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And let them be prosperous in their designs,
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The brave Duke of Monmouth where ever he goes,
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God bless and preserve him from all cruel Foes:
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Then let English Subjects most cheerfully sing,
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They have a merciful God and a gracious King.
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