Englands Welcome to King William:
OR, THE
Loyal Subjects hearty Joy
For the Return of King WILLIAM, after his many Perills
and Dangers.
To the Tune of, When the Stormy Wind does Blow. Licensed according to Order
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YOu Nobles here of England,
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safe from all Foreign Foes,
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How many are the Dangers,
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King William undergoes,
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To make the Nation happy,
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and blest in every thing,
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Then lay aside your Murmurs,
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And say God save the King.
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How many Storms and Tempests,
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of sea, and Land, has he,
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Endur'd to keep his Subjects
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from all Misfortunes free,
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Give ear, unto this Story,
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and mark well every thing,
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And you will have Just Reason,
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To say God save the King.
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When to Preserve all England,
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to Ireland he came,
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By many mighty hazard,
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he got renowned Fame,
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Victorous and Fortunate,
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he was in every thing
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Then let his faithful subjects,
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All say God save the King.
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He bravely past the Boyne,
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a River, Deep, and Great,
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On Horseback for to Joyne,
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the Irish which we Beat,
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His Wisdom and his valour,
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is seen in every thing,
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That all his Arts admire,
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And say God save the King.
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In Ireland when the Armies
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were Joyn'd in Battel ray,
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And when with Peals of Thunder,
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The Cannon loud, did play,
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So Great was then his Danger,
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that Fame thereof does ring,
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And says twas mighty Providence,
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That then preserv'd the King.
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A Cannon Bullet Craz'd,
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upon his shoulder by,
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The Captains were amaz'd,
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and all the souldiers Nigh,
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For though it killed Divers,
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this was a wondrous thing,
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That he should only Graze,
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On our Triumphant King.
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So when he went for Holland,
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his danger there was great,
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Which to Heavens praise and glory,
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his subjects do repeat,
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For though his Ship was bound,
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with Ice, yet Heaven did bring,
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By Miracle to shore,
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Our Great Victorious King.
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And when he was in Flanders,
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and staid at Beamont near,
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The Army for to see them pass,
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that all march by him there,
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He Narrowly Escaped,
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Great Danger he was in,
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Yet there Kind Heaven preserved
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Again our Gracious King.
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A Canon Ball did fall.
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Just where the King had sate,
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Two Minutes, scarse was gone
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but comes the Bullet straite,
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Thus he by Heaven is guarded,
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and blest in every thing:
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And we will with Consent,
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All say, God save the King!
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Within a cozy Barn to,
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his Royal head did lay,
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And that was then his Palace,
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to pass the Night away,
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These things are strange & therefore,
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we should his Praises Ring.
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And every faithful Subject,
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Will say God save the King
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Then once our Gracious Soveraign
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is Landed on the shore,
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Let us, (as 'tis our Duty,)
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thank Heaven for evermore,
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And since he is in safety,
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returned we ought to sing,
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And to say every Day,
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God bless William Englands King.
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To him we all our Liberites
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our Lives, and Fortunes, Owe,
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Whatever we enjoy here,
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his Favour does bestow,
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'Tis therefore Englands Duty,
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his Noble Acts to sing,
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And declare, every where,
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Our Obedience to the King.
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How happy now is England,
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from Popery quite Freed,
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That thought to ruin Kingdoms,
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and make the Nation bleed,
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Till our Great Prince came over,
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they Did their Masses sing.
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Therefore we have Just Reason,
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To say God save the King.
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Then Let all Loyal Subjects,
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our Gracious Monarch meet,
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And lay their lives and Fortunes,
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most humbly at his feet,
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With many Thousand Welcomes,
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his Triumphs we will sing,
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And declare, every where,
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That Heaven preserves the King.
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