The PROTESTANTS
TRIUMPH:
OR, King WILLIAM Proclaim'd, to the Subjects
Joy and Gladness.
To the Tune of, A Touch of the Times.
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THrice Welcome to London, that Renowned Prince,
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Who freely stood up for the Nations Defence:
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Nay, when we were sinking and ready to fall,
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Then did he step in and Deliver us all;
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When we on the brink of sad Ruine did stand,
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'Twas done by a Mighty Miraculous Hand:
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He but little Blood in this Nation did spill,
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Our Gracious King Willian may Heaven bless still.
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He is in the prospect of England's Great Crown,
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And fully resolves to keep Popery down;
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And therefore he ventur'd o're Tempestuous Seas,
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When he might have tarry'd at home at his ease:
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But 'twas for our good, as it well does appear,
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That he was so Graciously pleas'd to come here:
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No Trouble nor Danger his Courage could kill,
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Our Gracious King William may Heaven bless still.
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To stand for Religion is all his Design,
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His heart is so Gracious, so Good and Divine,
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And therefore in pity, he came to subdue
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Those Troubles and Dangers he fear'd wou'd ensue:
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'Twas time to stand up for the Protostant Cause,
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When as they endeavour'd to make void our Laws;
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But yet I do hope they shall ne'r have their Will,
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Our Gracious King William may Heaven bless still.
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With loud Acclamations he was Welcom'd in,
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And he does the hearts of all Honest Men win;
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While Bells they are Ringing, and Trumpets do soun[d]
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His Health in Canary goes merrily round:
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As knowing he never intended to wrong
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No Person of what unto them did belong,
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But settle our Laws by the best of his skill,
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Our Gracious King William may Heaven bless still.
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The most of his Army we see are inclin'd
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Unto a most Noble and Generous Mind;
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Behaving themselves here most gallant and brave,
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Both Silver and Gold in their Pockets they have;
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They come not to burthen this Nation at all,
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But freely they pay for what ever they call;
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By which they have purchas'd the Nations Good-will,
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Our Gracious King William may Heaven bless still.
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There's each drooping Soul which did formerly grieve
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They having much reason, alas! to believe
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That Popery over the Nation wou'd spread;
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This filled their hearts with much sorrow and dread:
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And yet when our hopes they were quite at an end,
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The Lord he in mercy, his Church did defend:
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Then let e'ry Christian submit to his Will,
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And pray that our King may be Prosperous still.
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And when a Free-Parliament shall come to Sit,
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They may not their faithful Allegiance forget,
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But Act what is Honest, both Upright and fair,
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'Twixt William our King, and his People with care;
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That here in this Land in much Glory, he may
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Wear the Royal Crown, and the Scepter here Sway:
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For he to this Nation a Blessing does bring,
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Then let's pray for William our Protestant King.
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FINIS.
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