THE
Boast of Great Britain;
OR,
A SONG in praise of MARY present Queen of
England , Scotland , France and Ireland , etc.
To the Tune of Good Health to Betty : Or, Queen Marys Lamentation .
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WE had a Roman Queen of late,
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That plagued these three Nations;
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And ruined our Church and State,
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By Popish Conjurations:
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But, when she thought both of our Laws,
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And rights to have bereft us,
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She took her Heels, and Chariot-Wheels,
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And run away and left us.
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But now our Queen, of Royal Blood,
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The Phoenix of the Nation,
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She's neither light, nor vain, nor proud,
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But Fair to admiration:
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The Di'mond Sparkleth in her Eye,
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Her Cheeks are like two Roses,
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Her Lips are of a Scarlet Dy,
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Which Ivory Teeth incloses.
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Her Skin is Alabaster White,
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Her Breasts are like Parnassus :
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But to describe her Person right,
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It greatly doth surpass us.
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And yet those shaddows, which we see,
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Are Beams of inward Beauty;
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Which, with a grace, shine on her Face;
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Engaging us to Duty.
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In Charity she doth excel,
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All Queens that were before her;
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Which makes her Subjects love her well,
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And Princes to adore her:
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No vice doth reign within her mind,
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She's wise, to admiration;
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She's great and good, of Royal Blood,
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The boast of this brave Nation.
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A Protestant that's good and true,
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And hates the Name of Popery ;
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The Pope of Rome , with all his crew,
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And all their shams of Foppery:
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When Babels Whore did threaten us with
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The Floods of her delusion,
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She gave consent for to prevent
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The Kingdoms sad confusion.
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Now, with her Royal Orange King,
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She Reigns in great Promotion:
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She's good and just, in every thing;
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And pious, in Devotion.
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Let all the Queens of Christendom
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Take their Example by her:
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That they may reign, and likewise shine,
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In worth, to magnifie her.
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She was not curious for a Crown,
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But lived well contented;
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For we her, first, did importune,
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And her desires prevented:
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But now, on Spotles Wings of Fame,
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She mounts up to perfection;
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Where envy's eye can never fly,
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Nor force her to defection.
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O may the Orange flourish well,
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To Thistle and Rose united;
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That all the three may give a smell,
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And we may be delighted:
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The Harp may play, the Lyons Dance,
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The Lilly be brought in subjection;
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That we, with Health, may inherit our wealth,
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And live safe under protection.
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