The ROYAL Dignity:
OR,
The Happy Accession of the Thrice Renowned King William and Queen Mary to the Stately Crown of
England, which was Celebrated in a most Magnificent manner, on the 11th. of April, 1689.
The Tune is, My sweet Corydon. Licensed according to Order.
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NOble English Boys, here's a thousand Joys,
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with a Protestant King and Queen,
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Which the Heavens sent, Romans to prevent,
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changing the Superstitious scene:
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Some Priests flew like Chaff before the wind,
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others are confin'd, to receive their doom,
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While King William's Crown'd, and Renown'd,
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in the very spight of Rome.
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Now no Jesuit shall in Council sit,
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or be trusted in affairs of State,
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None such Vipers dare, to the Court repair,
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we had enough of them of late:
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Sion now shall flourish once again,
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in this happy Reign from all danger free,
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Now King William's Crown'd, and renown'd,
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with his Royal Dignity.
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On this day of fame, the chief Nobles came,
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all the Town was with Triumph fill'd,
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With their Ladies gay, in as rich array,
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as ever Mortal Eyes beheld:
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Joy and Glory did attend the Train,
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no one cou'd refrain, but the blessings own,
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While our King was seen, with his Queen,
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seated on the Royal Throne.
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For their high descent, gives the Land content,
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being born of the Royal Race,
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The rich Diadem, he becomes it then,
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with such a most Majestick Grace,
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Which did Joy to all his Subjects bring,
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seeing of their King, in his Royal Robe,
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And resolve to fight, with delight,
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make him Lord of all the Globe.
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Healths went fairly round, with knees to the ground
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whilst soft Musick did sweetly play,
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And the Cannons roar, from the Tower shore,
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all for to celebrate the day;
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From the thrice Renowned, to the mean,
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drink to King and Queen, on their bended knees,
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And when he shall call, they will all,
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cross the raging roaring Seas.
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That we may subdue, Talbot and his Crew,
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making Brittain with glory shine;
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Since King William came, who is Crown'd with fam[e]
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blest by a power most divine:
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Since the work so far is carry'd on,
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there is scarce a Man, but will there presume,
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In the spight of France, now advance
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to the very gates of Rome.
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Let the Romans rave, while we them out-brave,
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since great William is Crowned King
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Let them fret and Chafe, while our Church is safe
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under his gracious Princely wing;
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Our sharp Swords shall fairly reap the Field,
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and make papists yield, to a prince of Fame,
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We'll make all his Foes, with our blows,
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tremble at his Royal Name.
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FINIS.
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