The Royal Salutation
OF
KING WILLIAM
AND
QUEEN MARY:
When his Majesty took his Leave, in order to the Irish Expedition,
till he return again, crowned with Peace, Victory, and Triumph:
Which ought to be the earnest Prayer of all true Protestant Subjects.
To the Tune of, The Italian Dutchess.
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King.
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TO Ireland I must quickly Go,
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For safety of the Nation;
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The Irish-Rebels to o'er throw,
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That's base beyond Relation.
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Therefore, my Dear and only Life,
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With Courage, be Endued:
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I'll Sayl Cross the Main, and come again,
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As soon as they'r Subdued.
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Queen.
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With Mournful Sighs, the Queen reply'd,
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How can I be contented?
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Who of your Presence am deny'd,
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Tho nothing can prevent it,
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The hazards which you undergo,
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And danger of your dying,
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When you are gon, and I'm alone,
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Will set me still a crying.
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King.
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Sure Providence governeth all,
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And ruleth every Nation:
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Ther's none that can prevent a fall,
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That comes by Ordination.
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Your Subjects they will stand by You,
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In spite of Insurrection,
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And Conquer those that are our Foes,
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And bring them to Subjection.
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Queen.
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I am one of the Female Kind,
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Whose Courage soon is daunted:
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Tho I were of a Noble Mind,
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Your Wisdom will be wanted,
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If I had all the Gold of Spain,
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And all that Queens can Merrit,
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Renounce I could, and quickly would,
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Your Person to Inherit.
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King.
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I am as loath to part with you,
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Then Dearest be contented.
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I Conquer must the Popish-Crew,
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Which cannot be prevented,
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I have all hazards run, to save
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The Kingdom from Confusion;
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And will, once more, their State restore,
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From Popish dark delusion:
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Queen.
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Conspiracy and Plots may rise,
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Which cannot be endured;
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With Rumors, false Reports, and Lyes,
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Which cannot well be cured:
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The Enemies of Church and State
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Will take their Recreation;
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And bend their Witts, in diging Pits,
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To trap the English-Nation.
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King.
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The Government is in your hand;
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Your Subjects will assist you,
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You have the Kingdom at command,
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No Rebel dares resist you.
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I'll go in Hast, with speed, return:
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Pray, therefore, rest well pleased:
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I shall not be, till I you see,
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Of all my troubles eased.
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Queen.
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With this, he took her in his Arms,
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And then, with Royal Wishes,
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They both, with grave Majestiek Charms,
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Thus seal'd their Love with kisses.
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Like Orient Pearl her tears did drop:
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From Cristal eyes, sad hearted.
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Then in a while, without a Smile,
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This King and Queen were parted.
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