The Royal Salutation,
OR,
The Courtly Greeting between K. William and Qu. Mary at his Return
from the Wars in Ireland to his Royal Pallace.
Tune is, I often for my Jenny strove. Licensed according to order.
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Queen.
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When brave King William of renown
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came from the sharp and bloody scene,
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Riding in triumph to the Town,
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for to embrace his Gracious Queen,
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She was greatly then rejoyced,
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Lords, and all the Princely train;
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This is a blessing, I'm possessing,
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for to see my Lord again.
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The Irish Rebels felt thy Rage,
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which Romanists did not deny;
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Unable they were to ingage,
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but straight unto the Bogs did flye:
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When this joyful News arrived,
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Protestants rejoyc'd amain;
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And now a blessing, I'm possessing,
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to embrace thee once again.
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King.
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Said he, My noble Army bold,
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ne'r valu'd the insulting Foe;
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But fought like noble Hearts of Gold,
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true English Courage they did show:
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Falling on like Men undaunted;
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Charging through the Front and Rear:
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Still as we fir'd, they retir'd,
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thus the coast we soon did clear.
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THe River Boyne we then did wade,
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having possest the other Shore:
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The Rebells then we sprawling laid,
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they never found the like before:
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Horse and Foot did boldly venture,
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being strangers unto fear:
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Still as we fir'd, they retir'd,
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thus our Foes we soon did clear.
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Queen.
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My Royal Lord, reply'd the Queen,
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thou was't expos'd to Dangers great,
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Where nought but Fire and Smoak was seen
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yet Providence on thee did wait:
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And preserv'd thy life in Battel,
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where great numbers did lye slain:
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This is my blessing, I'm possessing
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of my dearest Lord again.
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King.
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Although my Army won the Day,
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and foes on us their backs they turn'd;
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Yet warlike Schomberg in the Fray
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was kill'd, for whom I'm much concern'd:
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O that brave Couragious Heroe
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likewise Valiant Walker too:
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Though they expir'd, when they fir'd,
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France shall one Day for it rue.
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Queen.
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Alas! that sad surprizing News
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did grieve each loyal Subject here:
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And did their senses to amuse,
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none could forbear to shed a tear:
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Many brave couragious Souldiers
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near the River Boyne was slain:
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Yet this great blessing, I'm possessing,
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to enjoy my Lord again.
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Cast by thy weary Armour bright,
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receive thy Scepter, Crown and Ball:
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With Lords and Nobles take delight,
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thou being King and Lord of all:
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Thou on Englands throne art seated,
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Subjects with a happy Reign,
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This is a blessing, I'm possessing,
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to embrace my Lord again.
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