ENGLANDS Extasie:
OR,
The Nations Joy for the Happy Coronation of
King William, and His Royal Consort Queen Mary
Tune of, Grim King of the Ghost, etc. Licensed according to Order.
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HArk how the Huzza's go round
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in this happy joyful day;
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The Royal blest pair are Crown'd,
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constitut'd both in Severaign Sway:
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See, see how the Nation is pleas'd,
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our Rights now again are our own
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The Protestant Church is rais'd,
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and Popery now must down.
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The King like the Sun doth shine
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amidst the bright dazlin Train;
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His glorys are so divine,
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[each grace does his] worth proclaim,
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How happy our Nation will be,
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now Jove is possest of the Crown,
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From Tyranny now we are free,
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and Popery must go down.
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Queen Mary, the Nations delight,
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the flower of our English Faith,
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Her looks are divinely bright,
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each grace of a Queen she hath:
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So nobly and nimbly she moves
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beneath the blest weight of her Crown.
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The Protestant people she loves
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and Popery now must down.
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THe Lords and the Ladies attend,
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like Stars on the Sun and Moon;
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Each Meteor his light doth extend,
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to set forth our glorious Noon;
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Whilst Papists with envy behold
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King William confirm'd in his Throne,
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Who has their designs controul'd,
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and pluckt all their Popery down.
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Now England advance thy head,
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and see thou art greatly blest;
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Thy foes do thy Justice dread;
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thy Rights are all repossest.
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Brave Prince, to redeem all our land,
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and frighten the priests from the Throne
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'Twas by thy dread war-like hand
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vile popery was pluckt down.
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No more shall the priests invade
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our Liberties or our Laws;
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Their Agents are all betray'd,
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we've ruin'd the popish cause:
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We'l be not by Babylon rul'd,
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no Perkin shall come to the Crown;
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The Nation no more will be fool'd,
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for popery must go down.
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God bless the great William our King,
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long happily may he Reign,
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His foes to subjection bring,
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and peace through the land maintain,
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That all the whole Nation may be
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as happy as e'er it was known,
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From Romes evil strategems free,
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now popery is pluckt down.
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God bless Royal Mary our Queen,
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may she ever fruitful prove;
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All Blessings attend her Reign,
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her Prince and her peoples love
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May Heaven encrease and compleat,
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the glory and joy of the Crown;
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May Jesuits fall at her feet;
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thus may she tread popery down.
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