The
New Loyal Health,
OR,
King WILLIAM's Welcome
To England.
To the Tune of, Valiant Jockey's march'd away. Liscenced according to Order.
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LEt each jovial Heart rejoyce,
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And merrily now strain his voice;
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At each brisk flowing Bumper let him sing
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Thrice Welcome is our Noble King:
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For, tis he, 'tis he
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The Nations hath set free,
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And ever will preserve our Liberty;
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Then how can we express,
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Our great happiness,
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So truly blessed in a King are we.
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No Force there was durst him oppose,
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But like so many scared Crows,
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They fled from him unto some other place,
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Of such mighty Conduct is his Grace:
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The Field thus won,
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E'er the Fight begun,
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And nothing now remaining to be done,
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Our King's return'd again,
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With is worthy Train,
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And is welcome home to ev'ry one.
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The Bonfires blaz'de, the Bells did ring,
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Such Joy was then to see the King;
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The Trumpets and the Drums Sweet musick made,
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The Hotboy and the Flute in Consort play'd:
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While Mars the God of War
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In the form of a Star,
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Beheld the whole Transaction through the Air,
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And smil'd at what was done
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In Honour to his Son
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The Valiant Northern Hero, ev'ry where.
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Thus Boys, let the Glass go round,
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With your bended Knee, unto the ground;
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The Mighty William's Health is meant hereby,
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Kind Heavens ever send him Victory:
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Cloath his Foes with shame;
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And Crown Him with Fame,
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Who has gain'd an Everlasting Name:
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Come fill up my Bowl,
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I'll drink't with all my Soul,
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And ev'ry Loyal Heart will pledge the same.
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