The Countries Loyalty:
Shewing, their Joy and Gladness for the good Success of King William's Arms.
The Tune is New News and Tidings:
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LET Drums beat and Trumpets sound,
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Let Bells ring the Nation round;
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let Banfires Flame to parly with the Stars:
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Let's this Joyful Tidings Sing,
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Of our most Victorious King,
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who now returns with Triumph from the Wars.
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Let full flowing Bumpers roar,
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Let Caps lye on the Floor,
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let Conduits run abundantly with Wine;
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Let us chearfully declare,
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We true Loyal Subjects are,
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assisters to King William's great Design.
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Come Boys fill's a spacious Glass,
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And to William let it pass
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the Hands of all our Noble English Peers;
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Why should not this Royal Gem,
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Wear the Golden Diadem,
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whose Equal was not Born this many years?
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At his first Arrival here,
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England was in deadly fear
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of downfal, by the hand of Rome;
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But this rare Low-Country Pearl,
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With Prince, Marquess, Duke and Earl,
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did quickly make the stoutest of them run.
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When late James had fixt his Train,
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Richly Arm'd on Salisbury Plain,
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though they in note and number did excel;
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Yet when they heard of his report,
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Many had good laughing sport,
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they ran and never bid their King farewel.
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Now, now, King William's safe at home,
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The bravest Prince in Christendom,
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whose very Name through all the world doth ring,
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No Prince that ever wore a Crown,
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Did ever gain so much Renown,
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as this most Noble and Victorious King,
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Fame told us into Flanders,
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With all his great Commanders,
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this Royal Monarch bravely took his way,
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The Power of France he treaded not,
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No nor the Thundring Cannot shot,
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be smil'd to heear the wife-mouth'd Guns to play.
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When wounded Men on every side,
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With heavy groans fell down and dy'd;
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his Princely Heart was not with fear possest:
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Says he, come on my English Boys,
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Our Trumpets make a pleasant noise,
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these noble Words his Royal mouth exprest.
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The Town of Mons so much renown'd,
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He would have Batter'd to the ground,
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had not the fearful French forsook the Town,
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But they his coming durst not stay,
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They left the Town and run away,
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thus he came off with Triumph and Renown.
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The bloody Wars are ended,
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Which Lewis once intended
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should quite consume the Realm of Ireland:
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Most of his famous Captains slain,
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The rest do Prisoners remain,
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and France it self in no good case doth stand.
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Of late in Noble manner,
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To Englands Fame and Honour,
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his high undaunted many Force was seen;
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He vows to Fight with Heart and Hand,
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So long as he can go or stand,
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for to defend his Kingdoms and his Queen.
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The Fame of English Men is spread
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As far as Phebus shews his Head;
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report of them flies swiftly up and down;
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Stout Cavendish that Heroick Peer,
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And brave Undaunted Delamere,
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Made all the Tories tremble at their frown.
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Now, now, let us rejoyce and sing,
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Let us applaud our gracious King,
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who lately gave so many French their Doom;
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He boldly ventured Life and Limb,
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Then let us bravely follow him,
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and pitch our Standards at the Gates of Rome.
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FINIS.
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