England's JOY,
RO,
King William safely Arrived
FROM
FLANDERS.
Tune of, Hark, Hark and yonder. With Allowance.
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THE JACOBITES do wonder
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To hear the Guns so Thunder,
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King WILLIAM is come,
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Hear the Beat of the Drum,
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And the Trumpets sounding yonder;
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All the BELLS do Ring too,
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Whilst each LAD,
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Whilst each LAD,
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Drinks the KING's Health with Hearts full glad,
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What ere the JACOBITES do.
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King WILLIAM in Flanders,
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With bold and brave Commanders,
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Did face the French,
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Whilst they lay Intrench'd,
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Nought could be seen but Standards,
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They'r Foot and Horse which fear not
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Would not Fight,
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Would not Fight,
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Some say 'twas Policy out-right,
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But others say they dare not.
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The Winter Season coming,
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Did cause our KING's returning;
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At Whitehall He's seen
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With our Gracious QUEEN,
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And His Subjects all Rejoycing,
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Let not the Nation now fear,
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Since Ireland
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Since Ireland
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Is all in brave King WILLIAM's hands,
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We value not the Monsieur.
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There's Noble Men, and Valiant,
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I'm sure that will not fail on't,
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To draw the Sword
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At our brave KING's word,
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'Gainst Lewis that French Tyrant.
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And I doubt not but next Campaign
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The English may
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The English may
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In the Heart of France both get the Day,
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And the King's health drink in Shampain.
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You Protestants Rejoyce All,
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Our KING is now at Whitehall,
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What need we to care
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For those that despair
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For the Romish Faction's downfall,
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Let them ne're be thought on,
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Wh[i]lst we toss
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Whilst we toss
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Bumpers off to King WILLIAM's Force,
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Which ne're will be forgotten.
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How happy is that Nation
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That's free from Popish Faction,
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It's seldom seen
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For a KING and a QUEEN
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Both of Protestant Profession:
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Here's a People Stou and Loyal,
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That's Content
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That's Content
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With our good KING and PARLIAMENT
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God prosper long their way all.
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