Great Britains Earnest Desires
FOR THE
Princess MARYS
Happy Arrival.
Being the Protestants firm Hope and Resolution of the preservation of [our]
Laws and Liberties.
Tune of, Grim King, etc.
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SWeet Princess the Nations delight,
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and joy of each Protestant Soul,
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Whose Highness we here do invite,
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the Romans shall never controul:
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We all are united in love,
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then hasten soon over the Sea:
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[You]'re ordain'd by the Powers abov:
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[the Glory of Britain to be.]
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The Tower great Canons shall rore,
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the Bells shall as merrily ring;
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To welcome her Highness on shore,
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who Heavenly Blessings does bring.
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Long may she prosper and Reign,
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and keep from her Enemies free,
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And hasten now over the Main,
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the glory of Britain to be.
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All Noble great Persons of Fame,
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rejoice at this royal good day,
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Wherein they[']r resolved to maintain
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our Rights, Rome's rage to allay:
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A Protestant plac'd in the Throne
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and by the high Heavens decree,
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Her Highness all people do own
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the glory of Britain to be.
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Sweet Neptune the god of the Seas,
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afford her a sweet pleasant gale,
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That may not her Highness displease,
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while she is in barque under Sail;
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And bring her here safe to the Town,
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attended with Nobility;
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As being of royal renown,
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the Glory of Britain to be.
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The Protestants now in all parts
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they hope for a prosperous Reign:
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And with a true consort of hearts
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they sweetly strike all in a strain:
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Long, long let her live to enjoy
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the heighth of her great Dignity;
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And Popery clearly destroy:
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the glory of Britain to be.
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We would root out the Reliques of Rome
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that may now grieve us again,
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Let banishment now be their doom,
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and every Soul say Amen:
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Her Highness we do understand
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is coming by Heavens Decree,
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To flourish and reign in this land,
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the glory of Britain to be.
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While hundreds and thousands do throng
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to welcome her here to her own,
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May Angels conduct her along,
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she being next Heir to a Throne,
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To nourish Religion and Laws,
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ordain'd by the Heavens Decree,
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Defending the Protestants Cause,
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the glory of Britain to be.
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Let every soul be agreed
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to root out the pestilent French;
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Away with the Jesuits breed,
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and give us an Orange sweet Babe.
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And likewise let this be our Prayer,
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now if it be Heavens Decree,
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To send a young Protestant Heir,
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the glory of Britain to be.
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