LONDONS LOYALTY:
OR, A New SONG on the
Royal Coronation.
To the Tune of, Hark the Thundering Cannons roar.
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SOund a Trumpet, beat a Drum,
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Since the happy Day is come,
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That rejoyceth Christendom,
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and James is now Anointed:
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Though the Plotters all did dive,
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And Sedition did contrive,
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He their Malice doth survive,
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and Reigns, as God appointed.
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Let his Subjects shout and sing,
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All in gladness for the[ir] King,
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And rejoyce now with the Spring,
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because the shaddow's flying;
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Now let Valour have the place,
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Loyalty hath gain'd the Race,
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And on Treason turn'd the Chase,
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and now Rebellion's dying.
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Now the Tempest is o're-past,
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And the Heav'n that was o're-cast,
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Turn'd both clear and bright at last,
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and Phoebus he is shining;
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Let us play the fool no more,
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Nor longer run on Treasons score,
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As some of us have done before,
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since James in peace is Reigning.
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Rouse Great Monarch then, whom Fate
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Hath Sirnominated Great,
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To Gaurd and Rule both Church and State,
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and trace brave Alexander;
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Now the Turk dare not presume,
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To think to Conquer Christendom,
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Or Tyrannize for time to come,
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to be the Worlds Commander.
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When Hogan-mogan did disdain
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To take on Brittains Yoak again,
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He led the Fleet unto the Main,
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and bravely did behave him:
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When Brains and Bullets flew about,
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He prov'd himself both wise and stout,
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And cry'd, Let's have the other bout,
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we will both fight and slave them.
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He's the First-Rate Soveraign Blood,
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Laden with the Kingdoms Good,
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Toss'd betwixt the Wind and Flood,
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whom Providence ensureth;
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Though the true Religions vail,
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Were made Treasons highest sail,
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The hope of Hypocrites would fail,
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for Truth alone endureth.
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Heap me a rousing Glass with Wine,
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Let no Man at this health repine,
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To James the Great I'll drink off mine,
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he knows both Sword and Scepter:
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When madness did make Brittain Dance,
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The Tragedy of base Mischance,
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His Practice did his parts Enhance,
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and was Compleat still after.
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Honest Fellow, live Content,
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Kindly take what God hath sent,
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Think what way to pay thy Rent,
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and strive to flye no higher:
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He's a Fool (at any rate)
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Meddleth with the Church or State,
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He'l repent when 'tis too late,
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and say that i'm no Lyar.
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Fear the Lord, Honour the King,
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Submit to Fate (in every thing)
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Do thy Business and Sing,
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and never think on sorrow:
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In private eat thy Honey-Comb,
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Kiss thy Wife, and keep at home,
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Never think on what's to come,
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for none hath seen to Morrow.
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