Great Brittains Joys compleated,
Or, Londons Triumph in the Proclaiming of the Prince and Princess of Orange King and Queen of England, on
the 13th. of this Instant February: to the great satisfaction of the Subjects.
Tune is, Charon make haste.
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PRotestants now we have cause to be chearful,
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bid all your sorrows and cares adieu;
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Tho' we of late had much cause to be fearful,
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happy sweet tydings I bring to you:
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The Prince of Orange is Proclaimed
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the King of England now this day,
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All the whole Nation with Joys are inflamed.
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as knowing King William with Scepter sways.
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True-hearted Protestants had not the power,
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their joy and merriment to forbear,
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The Cannons roaring likewise from the Tower,
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while Bells was fanning the lofty ayr:
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All to declare their satisfaction,
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by the vast Tryumph of the Day,
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Praying that Heaven wou'd be the protection
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of William our King who the Scepter sways.
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Now in full Bumpers of flowing Canary,
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Boys, drink a Health to our Gracious King,
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Then to his Royal high Consort Queen Mary,
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who to this Nation much joy does bring:
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Down with the Pope and all his Faction,
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who did endeavor the Lands decay,
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While the true Church has a perfect Protection,
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by William our King who the Scepter sways.
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Let us all Loyal Obedience here render
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to the great Monarch which we Proclaim,
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To be the Church and the Nations Defender,
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Heaven ordain him a happy Reign,
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That our Laws on sure Foundation,
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may be so fixt as ne'r to decay,
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That we may see a sweet flourishing Nation,
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while good King William the Scepter sways
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Having a sight of our long Expectations,
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raptures of joy did our Souls surprize;
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And thorugh the City with loud Acclamations
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there we saluted the lofty Skies;
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Crying, King William live for ever,
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who is Proclaim'd for us this day:
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From our Allegiance one Soul would not sever,
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while you the Sword and the Scepter sway.
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Who never feared the Storms of the Ocean,
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for our Religion, our Lives and Laws;
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Now may a flourishing Crown be his portion,
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who undertook such a Glorious Cause:
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Let this for ever be Recorded,
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for to be read another day,
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What Comfort he to this Nation afforded,
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the Scepter long may King William to sway
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All that we had was an iminent Danger,
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utter Destruction was near our Doom,
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The Church abused by every Stranger,
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the which was sent from the Pope of Rom[e]
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At length this Prince being mov'd with pity
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with a vast Fleet made haste away,
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Now he's Proclaimed in Londons great City,
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the Scepter long may King William to sway.
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After the Herald of Arms was returned,
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the more our Happiness to compleat,
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Liquor was flowing, while fires they Burned,
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like Blazing Comets in e'ry Street:
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Drinking of Healths to good Queen Mary,
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and to the King, proclaim'd this day,
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Never was Subjects more heartily Merry,
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wishing he long might the Scepter sway.
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FINIS.
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