Great Britains Delight,
OR,
A Health to his Royal Highness the Prince of Orange.
When as a Mist, or Cloud of Grief
Did overspread the Land,
order then to our relief,
He took this cause in hand.
Tune of, The Prince of Orange his Delight.
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BRave English boys, now
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We'l make Papishes bow,
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And rid all their Jesuits hence;
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Then let the Bells ring,
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While we merrily sing,
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For to welcome the Protestant Prince.
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Let Bonefires burn,
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The Papists all turn,
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And their wooden Gods all be pul'd down
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let the Churches all flourish,
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The Gospel to nourish,
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With great Joy to the Princes Renown.
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The Nation he'l clear
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From all trouble and fear,
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And drive all our Enemies hence;
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We'l stand by his side,
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To pull down their pride,
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For he is a brave Protestant Prince.
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When we were run down,
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And the Romans did frown,
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He had of our sorrows a sence,
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Preparing a Fleet,
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Our Joys to compleat,
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He is a brave Protestant Prin[ce.]
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He came not to Reign,
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But our Rights to maintain,
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And has been at a vast expence,
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And Heaven does bless
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His hand with success,
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For he is a brave Protestant Prince.
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Then you Irishmen all,
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In Country and Town,
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Repent for the time that is past;
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May Tyrconnel be taken,
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And his Laws quite forsaken,
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And you Roguery be found out at last.
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But let me advise you
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The best way I can,
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As I stand near Related to you;
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Your old Coats for to turn,
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And your Altars to burn,
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And to hang up your Jesuite Crew.
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For your Downfal is come,
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And you shall receive Doom,
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For we Protestants now do advance;
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And our brave Prince and we
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Will unite and agree
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For to drive Lewis King out of France.
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His haughty high words
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Does but sharpen our Swords,
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We'l fight in our Nations defence;
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For we would not fear
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The Great Turk nor Monsieur,
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While we have a brave Protestant Prince.
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Let Shoomakers all
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Pack up Knives and Heel-Awl,
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To joyn to an universe sum;
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Let's charge, and let's prime,
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for we hope in Gods time
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For to give the deaths wound unto Rome.
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But first let the glory
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And praise be to God,
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Who hath wrought such a miracle great;
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Their Delusions to spoil,
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And their plots all beguile,
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Then rejoice both in Church & in State.
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And now at the Instrument
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Of this great Work,
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Which the like was ner before nor since;
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Let's drink his Health round
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With our knees to the ground,
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For to welcome this Protestant Prince.
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And now to conclude
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This my Protestant song,
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Pray remember these Verses of mine;
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For Popery is pulled down
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Both in Country and Town.
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And the Gospel in splendour shall shine.
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With peace, mirth and plenty
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Our land will abound,
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And the Papists they all must go hence;
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For search the world round,
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There will scarcely be found
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Such another brave Protestant Prince.
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If any one questions
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Who made these few lines,
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Tis my self if I may you convince:
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Then let's merry be,
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And I'll drink unto thee
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A good Health to this protestant Prince.
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Then fill up the glass,
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About let it pass,
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All our sorrows in Wine we will drown
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Here is a good Health
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To that Common-wealth
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Whose Prince is come lately to Town.
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