THE
Prince of Orange's Triumph,
Or, The Downfall of the Distressed JESUITS.
To the Tune of, COURAGIO.
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NOw Orange is on Brittish shore,
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come from his long Voyage O;
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Now Orange is on Brittains shore,
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come from his long Voyage O;
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We now shall have no Masses more,
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But will pull down their Scarlet Whore,
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Couragio, Couragio, Couragio.
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Now all her Brats we understand,
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does weep at this Voyage O,
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And forced are to quit the Land,
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For fear of a strong Hempen Band,
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Couragio, etc.
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While here they Sung their Antick Song,
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before the brave Voyage O,
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The best of Subjects they did wrong,
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But now they run away ding dong,
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Couragio, etc.
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The London Lads was much concern'd
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at Fryars in this Axe O,
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Therefore their Wooden Gods they burn'd
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And trinkets into Ashes turn'd,
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Couragio, etc.
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They never stood to count their Cost,
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they being in a Rage O,
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Their Beads and Crucifix they lost,
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Was ever Jesuits so Crost,
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Couragio, etc.
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Their hopes were turn'd to slavish fears,
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at this August Voyage O,
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Some sigh'd and stew'd in brinish T[ea]rs.
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While others sneak'd & hung their Ears,
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Couragio, etc.
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The Prince of Orange Heavens bless;
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who came on this Voyage O,
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The Jesuits to dispossess;
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God grant him evermore Suceess,
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Couragio, etc.
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When we beheld his Glorious Fleet,
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sailing on their Voyage O,
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Our whole desire was to meet,
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The Kingdoms blessings to compleat,
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Couragio, etc.
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Now Welcome to our English Shore,
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and now we will ingage O,
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To Thump the Babilonish Whore,
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And kick her Trumpery out of door;
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Couragio, etc.
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A short and merry life they led,
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before this rage Voyage O,
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But now Old Peters he is fled,
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And some in [N]ewgate hide their Head;
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Couragio, etc.
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That Valiant Prince who hither came,
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our Sorrows to asswage O,
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O let his Right Renowned Name,
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Recorded be in Books of Fame,
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Couragio, etc.
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He undertook a Glorious Cause
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in this Warlike Voyage O
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To keep us from Rome's Rav'nous Paws
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And to preserve our Lives and Laws,
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Couragio, etc.
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Now let us all United be,
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and then I will engage O,
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In little space we soon shall free
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This Land from Popish Tyranny;
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Couragio, etc.
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We value not the French-men's Frow[n]
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who threatens to engage O,
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We'll Raze [t]he Walls of e'ery Town,
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And beat their lofty Towers down;
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Couragio, etc.
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If it should be our happy chance,
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with Monsieur to Engage O,
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With Forces thither we'll advance,
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And shake the very Crown of France,
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Couragio, Couragio, Couragio.
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FINIS.
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