England's Happiness:
OR,
The Subjects Joy for a Protestant King and Queen: Being a SONG,
Composed for the Divertion of all Loyal Subjects, in remembrance of the
CORONATION of King William and Queen Mary, on the
11th. of April, 1689.
To the Tune of the Touch of the Times. Licensed according to Order.
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I.
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CAst off your Sorrow, disperse all your Fear,
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Vouchsafe with a Smile the blest tydings to hear;
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Let Mirth without measure for ever abound,
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Since William and Mary of England are Crown'd.
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None must appear with Watery Eyes,
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Our Fortunate Planets begin to arise;
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Then let each good Subject unfeignedly sing
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Long live Great William our Protestant King.
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II.
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The Eleventh of April full Brimers went round,
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When William and Mary were Solemnly Crown'd;
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With loud Acclamations and Musical noise,
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All People were even transported with Joys;
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No Face were with Sorrow that day to be seen,
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All drank to the Health of the King and the Queen.
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All Offerings of Joy that day they did bring,
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To wellcome to th' Throne our Protestant King.
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III.
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In the Morning their Majesties came from White-hall
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And straitway receiv'd the loud Huzza's of all;
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Great Nobles and Peers, and Barons o'th Land,
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Attended their Majesties on e'ry hand;
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The Street it was fill'd with an incredible Crowd,
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And as they pass'd, they all Cry'd out aloud,
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With Huzza's and Shouts and their Caps up did fling,
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Crying long Live great William our Protestant King.
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IV.
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At Westminster-Abby they were Royally Crown'd,
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The Peers of the Nation encompass'd them round;
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Each Man was transported with Joy to behold
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Their Temples adorned with Crowns of Gold;
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The Windows were fill'd, the Balconies were Lin'd
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With good Loyal Subjects of every kind;
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The Bonfires Blaz'd, and the Bells they did Ring,
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To wellcome to th' Crown our Protestant King.
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V.
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The Drums and the Trumpets and Musick did play,
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All People rejoyced and blessed the day
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Such a Coronation there never was seen,
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Since England was Bless'd with a King and a Queen.
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Joy to Excess was all over the Town,
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For the fit placing the Scepter and Crown,
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And all Peoples Tongues was disposed to sing,
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Long Live Great William our Protestant King.
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VI.
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Then let us be Loyal and true to his Cause,
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Let's Fight against those that would take off our Laws;
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Let us joyn with great William to pull down the Pope,
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And send his mad Zealots to Hell in a Rope.
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Let William live long and Conquer his Foes;
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Be to us a Father, and a Terror to those
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That seek our Nation to Ruine to bring,
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And that hate our Protestent Kingdom and King.
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VII.
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No time shall blot out his Glorious Name;
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No changes of Fortune shall stifle his Fame;
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No Crosses nor Losses shall make us forsake
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Him, who came over our Fetters to break:
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He ventur'd his Life to set us all free
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From Romes Black Designs of Tyranny:
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A Protestant Army did with him bring;
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These are the blest Works of our Protestant King.
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VIII.
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Let Papists Lament and vex at their Fates,
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Thank Heaven and William, we fear not their Hates;
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We have got them under, O let's keep them down,
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We scorn the Old Pope and Laugh at his Frown;
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His Bulls have done Roaring, the Drivers are hamper'd,
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Some are in Newgate, the rest are all Scamper'd:
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Their Pardons and Projects no Comfort will bring,
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They fear to come near a good Protestant King.
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IX.
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Let William and Mary live happy together,
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And Heavens choice Blessings attend them for ever;
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Long may they in Peace rule the Scepter and Crown,
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To pull the great Pride of Pope Anti christ down;
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And let it to Heaven be always our Prayer,
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That Mary a Son to Great William may bear,
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To Rule this Nation, and in every thing
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To imitate William our Protestant King.
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X.
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Come here's a full Brimer, brave Boys, let it pass,
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For shame do not Boggle to drink a full Glass;
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And let us be Merry and cast away Sorrow,
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Let's drink it to day, lest we han't it to Morrow;
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Come fill a full Gallon and make it run o're,
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And fill it, and fill it, ten thousand times more.
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Let Liquor run freely as out of a Spring,
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To the Health and long Life of our Protestant King
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