THE
Protestant's Satisfaction;
OR, The Joy and Glory of HAMPTON-COURT,
In the Birth of a young Prince Born of Her Royal Highness the Princess ANNE
of DENMARK on the 24th. of this instant July, to the universal Joy of the whole Kingdom.
To the Tune of, Protestant Boys shall carry the day. Licensed and Entred according to Order.
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PRotestants now your Glory proclaim,
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see what the Hand of Heaven has done,
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Valiant Prince George, of Honour and Fame,
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now do's enjoy a Royal young Son,
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Who in time may sway the Scepter,
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and like the Prince pull Popery down:
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Let Rome and her Faction be all in distraction,
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while we have an Heir to the Royal Crown.
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This happy News no sooner was known
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but all true hearts was pleasant and free,
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From the Great King that sets on the Throne,
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to the Protestant Nobility;
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All the Commons was well pleased,
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nothing but Joy was seen in the Town:
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Let Rome, etc.
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Long may he live to Flourish and Reign,
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e'ery true Soul do's heartily pray,
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Protestant Subjects Rights to maintain,
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and the most Royal Scepter to sway,
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That the Romans may be Rooted
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out of the Court, the City and Town,
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Let Rome and her Faction be all in Distraction,
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while we have an Heir to the Royal Crown.
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Joy to the Thrice-Renown'd Prince George,
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and his dear Lady in her sweet Son;
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Heaven in them ispleased to enlarge
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The Royal Race for Ages to come.
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May the Kingdom now be joyfull,
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and all the Papists lowre and frown:
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Let them and their, etc.
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The Four and twentieth day of July
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it was the day of his Royal Birth;
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Nobles of true Integrity
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honour'd the same with Triumph and Mirth,
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Bells was Ringing, Trumpets sounding,
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Protestants laugh'd though Papists did frown:
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For they and their Faction, etc.
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Protestants Peers that day to adorn,
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Guinea's let flye in plentifull sort:
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The Royal Babe no sooner was Born
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but his good Health was drank at the Court;
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Then through famous London City,
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many good Healths went merrily round,
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Yet Rome, etc.
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While speedy Fame was Posting on Wing,
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for to convey the Tidings all o'er,
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Loyal Huzza's through London did Ring,
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ay, and the loud mouth'd Cannons did roar
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From the Wharfs like Claps of Thunder,
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the which did eccho through the Town:
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But Rome, etc.
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To King and Queen full Bumpers went round,
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who do's the Rights of Britain maintain;
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Maybe the Romish Rebels confound,
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that they may have a prosperous Raign;
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Then Prince George with his sweet Lady,
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and the young Babe of Royal Renown:
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But Rome, etc.
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God bless Prince George with the Princess Anne,
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and likewise the young sweet Protestant Air;
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Every Loyal true hearted man
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ever be found to make that his Prayer;
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That the Church and State may flourish,
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I and in fine pull popery down:
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And let Rome and their Faction be all in distraction,
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while we have an Heir to the Royal Crown.
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