Englands Happiness Reviv'd;
OR,
A Farwell to Popery,
To the Tune of, Souldiers Departure.
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NOw he in the West is Landed,
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whom we have expected long,
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Tracing Famous Alexander,
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with an Army stout and strong:
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Trumpets sounding, and Drums beating
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Bullets flying too and fro,
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And the Romans still expecting
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when to have their Overthrow.
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Now they must to Purgatory,
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to be Purged of their Sins,
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Father Petres shall go before them,
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[to] make room to let them in:
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Lord Jefferys shall be their Chancellor,
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to decide their wrongful Cause,
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And the Pope must grant them Pardon,
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for Transgressing this our Laws.
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No Historian ever Penned
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such strange Wonders done before,
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Within two Months three Nations Conquer'd,
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all that Idols did adore.
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Now the Triple Crown is Totter'd,
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and is shaking too and fro,
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And a Peace falls without Fighting,
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like the Walls of Jerico.
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Where's our Beads and Crucifixes?
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where's our Holy Waters now?
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Will they not free us from Destruction,
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to whom so often we did bow?
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Where's our Plots and Counter-Plotting
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to destroy the Heretick Sheep,
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Where's our Jesuits running trotting,
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wond'ring how to escape the Deep.
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Orange is bitter in the tasting,
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but for Health is very good,
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There had some thousands lain a bleeding,
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as the Wise have understood.
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Had not the Nobles of our Nation,
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on this Cure cast a smile,
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And brought Orange o're the Ocean,
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to be planted in our Isle.
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And when Orange Prince was landed,
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with several Lords of high degree,
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Then the Nation stood amazed,
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wond'ring what the Effect would be;
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Then soon their Plot it was discover'd,
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when the Game did once begin,
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And the Snare for us prepared,
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they themselves did fall therein,
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Romish Errors in our Nation,
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now of late crept in amain,
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And a dark Cloud was like to cover
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our true light that still remains.
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But on the fourteenth of October,
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the bright Son did hide its Head,
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Which I saw was a fore-runner
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of some great ones banished.
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In the Western Equinoctial,
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two Religions stood awhile,
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But the Ballance gave distinction,
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lest one the other should beguile.
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But the one on false foundation,
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brought dishonour and disgrace,
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And Babylons abomination,
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must no longer here take place.
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