The Loyal Subjects Free Choice:
OR, Their General Satisfaction in the Calling of a New
PARLIAMENT,
By King William's Gracious Appointment, Whom God ever bless.
To the Tune of Grim King of the Ghosts. Licensed according to Order.
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LEt all Royal Glory and State
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invest our Great King on his Throne;
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Whose Prudence and Wisedom so great
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all Protestant Subjects will own
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To spring from a gracious Design
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to give all his People content,
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that none may have cause to repine
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He hath called a new Parliament.
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Let Murmurers now lay aside
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their many insensible Fears;
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The Church shall in safety abide;
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for the loyal Commons and Peers
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Are Men of Integrity
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all Feuds in this Realm to prevent,
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And prosperous Days we shall see,
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being blest with a new Parliament.
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The Wrongs of True Subjects they'll right,
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likewise the proud Papists oppose;
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Maintaining an Army to Fight
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and cut down those insolent Foes.
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The Honour and Peace of the Realm,
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they'll strive to maintain by consent;
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God bless those that sits at the Helm,
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the King and His new Parliament.
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Ne'er was there a legaller Choice
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in any past Ages before;
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Each Subject hath here a free Voice,
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not only the Rich but the Poor:
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All Persons might Vote that was free,
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no Courtier to hinder was sent;
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His Majesty gave Liberty
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for choosing a free Parliament.
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No Favourite sent from the Throne,
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though Counties and Cities to run,
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Procuring still Tools of their own,
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as some in times past would have done:
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But here was true Freedom for all,
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to Vote by the Subjects consent,
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To bring the whole Land out of Thrall,
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God prosper the New Parliament.
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Who by their industrious care
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our Liberties here they'll maintain,
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And Protestants every where
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shall find this a prosperous Reign:
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No Romans shall ever be seen
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to cause this our Nation to rue;
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Let's pray for the King and the Queen,
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and the High Court of Parliament too.
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Let Wisedom from Heaven above,
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direct them in weighty Affairs;
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Continuing stedfast in love,
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avoiding their Enemies snares;
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And Protestant Subjects may sing,
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and bid all their Sorrows adieu;
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Still praying for William our King,
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the High Court of Parliament too.
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His Majesty now on the Throne
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in him all the Nation is blest;
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He seeks not a Tribe of his own,
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in order to take off the Test;
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As some heretofore would have done,
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which was of the Catholick Crew:
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But King William our Hearts he hath won,
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God Bless Him, and Parliament too.
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Religion and Piety he
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do's make all his study and care,
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And set forth his gracious Decree,
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to Protestants every where,
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Our sad sinfull lives to amend,
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which God grant we freely may do,
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That Blessings may always attend,
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the King and His Parliament too.
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