The Courtly Salutation:
OR,
The Royal Greeting between K. William and Q. Mary at his Return
from the Irish Wars to his Princely Pallace.
To the Tune of I often for my Jenny strove, etc. Licensed according to Order.
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Queen.
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WHen Royal William of Renown,
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had pass'd the sharp and bloody Scene,
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And rode in Triumph to the Town,
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for to behold his gracious Queen:
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Then the Nobles all rejoyced,
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likewise did the Queen amain;
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Said she, A Blessing I'm possessing,
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to behold my Lord again.
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The French and Rebels felt thy Rage,
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which Catholicks did not deny;
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They were not able to engage,
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but did before the Army flye:
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When this happy News came over,
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Subjects they rejoyc'd amain,
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And I a Blessing am possessing,
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to behold my Lord again.
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King.
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Said he, My Army fierce and bold,
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did scorn the proud insulting Foe,
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Fighting like noble Hearts of Gold,
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and did the best of Courage show;
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Running on like Men undaunted,
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that the Coast they soon might clear,
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When as they fir'd Foes retir'd,
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being all possess'd with Fear.
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We thro' the River Boyne did wade,
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then having gain'd the other shore,
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The Teagues in reeking Gore we laid,
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they never see the like before;
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Horse and Foot were both Couragious,
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charging both the Front and Rear,
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And as we fir'd, Foes retir'd,
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being then possess'd with Fear.
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Queen.
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My Royal Lord, the Queen reply'd
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thou wast expos'd to Dangers there,
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Where Shot did flye on e'ery side,
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'twas Providence thy Life did spare.
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In the midst of all the Battel,
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where some Hundreds then lay slain:
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It is a Blessing I'm possessing,
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to behold my Lord again.
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King.
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It's true my Army won the day,
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our Foes on us their Backs they turn'd,
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Yet Schombergh falling in the Fray,
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for him I highly was concern'd:
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Oh! that thrice Renowned Heros,
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who hath ventur'd Life and Limb;
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Tho' he expir'd when they fir'd,
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France shall dearly pay for him.
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Queen.
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That sudden sad surprizing News,
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did grieve thy Loyal Subjects here,
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Likewise the Senses to amuse,
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that few forbear to shed a Tear:
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Likewise noble Collonel Walker
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at the River Boyne was slain,
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Yet here's a Blessing I'm possessing,
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to behold my Lord again.
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Lay by thy weary Armour bright,
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and take thy Scepter, Crown, and Ball
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And with thy Nobles take Delight,
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thou art King, and Lord of all;
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As thou on the Throne art feared,
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thy Friends with a happy Reign,
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And here's a Blessing I'm possessing,
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to behold my Lord again.
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