KING WILLIAM 's Welcome Home:
OR,
The Subjects unspeakable Joy for his safe Arrival from Flanders to his King-
dom of England . To the Tune of, The Evening Ramble .
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GReat William' s returned in Triumph,
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with Trophies of Royal Renown;
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His Enemies they begin to decay,
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he tramples their Insolence down;
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This joyful good Tydings I bring,
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then welcome our conquering King,
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Now home to his People, let every Steeple
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with Bells, therefore, merrily ring,
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Since he is returned in safety again,
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God grant him a l[o]ng and a prosperous Reign.
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He has been defended from Danger
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by Providence, still to this day,
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The Powers above, of infinite Love,
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ordain'd him to Rule and bear sway;
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And therefore no Lewis alive,
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altho he should labour and strive,
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Shall e'er have the power his Joys to devour,
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through Mercy he still does survive;
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Returning in Triumph and Safety again,
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God grant him, etc.
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Though Enemies raised a Rumour,
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that William our King was destroy'd,
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To fill us with fear, and startle us here,
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his presence once more is enjoy'd;
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Then blessed be Providence still,
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our Enemies has not their will;
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Since we are posessing so gracious a Blessing,
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brisk Bowls let us merrily fill,
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For joy of his happy returning again,
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God grant, etc.
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Pray when had the Kingdom of England ,
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so valiant a Monarch before?
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To Battle he goes, still facing his Foes,
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where Cannons like thunder does roar,
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Whilst Lewis lies close at his case,
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who likes no such Battles as th[e]se;
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King William to scourge them, and throughly purge them,
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he crosses the turbulent Seas;
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In Triumph he now is returned again,
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God grant him a long and prosperous Reign.
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He shook the Foundation of Namur ,
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and breaches made wide in the Walls,
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The Battlements high, still as they drew nigh,
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he beat down with battering Balls;
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The French they were pleased to boast,
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that they wou'd not flinch from their Post;
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Yet sulfurious Fire did make them retire,
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our King was for ruling the roast,
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And now is returned in Triumph again,
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God grant him a long and a prosperous Reign.
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The French they surrender'd the Castle,
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and 'twas upon that very morn,
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By date of the Year, as it doth appear,
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that Lewis , their Master, was born;
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Now since it so lukily fell,
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brave Boys, it doth seem to foretel,
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Great William shall course them, untill he does force them,
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to yield up all places as well.
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King William's return[e]d, etc.
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God grant him, etc.
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While Guns are discharg'd from the Tower,
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Boys, push the Bowls merrily round,
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With wishes of Joy, his Foes to destroy,
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that flourishing Peace may abound;
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Old Lewis of late he did maul,
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with thundering Powder and Ball;
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Then Heaven defend him, and always attend him,
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who ventures his Life for us all.
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Now, now, he's returned, etc.
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God grant him, etc.
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He sways both a Sword and a Scepter,
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like great Alexander of old,
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Then through Christendom, for Ages to come,
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his Deeds shall stand fairly enroll'd;
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For when was a Prince ever known,
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so freely to go from his Throne,
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Through Eire and Water, Battles of Slaughter
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but Valiant King William alone?
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Now, now, he's returned in Triumph again,
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God grant him a long and a prosperous Reign.
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