Englands Holiday,
OR,
The Nations Joy for the happy Coronation of,
King WILLIAM, and his Royal Consort Queen MARY
Tune, Let Caeser live long, Now now the Fights done, The Plow-mans Health, Joy to
the Bridegroom Or, My Life and my Death.
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COme all Loyal Subjects of every sort,
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And view the bright splendor of Englands brave Court;
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See see, the great William like Phoebus doth Shine,
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With his Royal Queen Mary whose looks are Divine:
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In joyful Huzzas let our Gladness be shown,
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For to day they are Crown'd & Confirm'd on the Throne.
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Our Homage with all due obedience let's pay,
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In praise and kind wishes let's spin out the day;
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May our great Lord and Lady, all blessings obtain,
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And enjoy a long happy properous Raign:
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In joyful Huzzas let our gladness be shown, etc.
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Our happy King William as splendid as Jove,
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Beneath his rich Canopy Nobly doth move,
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His bright Princely glories are all so Divine,
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The graces of all the fine Train they out shine,
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In joyful Huzzas let our gladness be shown, etc.
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Let Papists stand by, and with envy behold,
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A Protestant Prince all his graces unfold;
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Let the Miter and Cross, stand in fear of his Hand,
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Who has Routed Idolatry out of the Land:
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In joyful Huzzas let our gladness be shown, etc.
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Each Noble and Peers, their glory display,
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To add to the splendor of this happy day;
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Bedect in their Robes, each so Nobly appears,
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The King like the Sun, and his Nobles like Stars.
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In joyful Huzzas let our gladness be shown, etc.
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And the fair Train good Queen Mary both move,
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Far brighter than e're was the Goddess of Love;
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Each look does dispose of so happy a grace,
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'Tis a blessing for those who can gaize on her Face:
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In joyful Huzzas let our Gladness be shown,
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Now our Protestant Prince is plac'd on the Throne.
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How happy and peaceful our Nation will be,
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Now we are from Romes evil strategems free;
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The Cross shall no more in Old England be Rais'd,
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Nor Saints nor their Pictures, be pray'd too or prais'd.
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In joyful Huzzas let our gladness be shown,
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That the Romish Idolatry now is pluckt down.
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God bless our good King and defend him from care,
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His Crown may he e're in prosperity were;
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His foes to subjection may he speedily bring,
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And on the three Natians be obey'd as a king.
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In joyful Huzzas let our gladness be shown,
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That so gracious a Prince is possest on the Throne.
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May Heaven preserve from the power of Death,
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Queen Mary the flower of our Protestant faith,
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May she alwaies be Youthful Bright Airy and Gay,
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Her Charms ever last and admit no delay:
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In joyful Huzzas let our gladness be shown,
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That so happy a Consort is plac'd on the throne.
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May Heaven bestow on this Royal good pair,
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A Noble young Prince who the Kingdom may heir;
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His Fathers blest Virtues may he alwaies Retain,
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And follow the examples and steps of his Reign.
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In joyful Huzzas let our gladness be shown,
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That so happy a pair, are now plac'd on the Throne
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