The Protestants Delight,
Or An
HEALTH
To His Highness
the Prince of Orange, and the rest of the Royal Family.
Tune of, Lilli Burlero.
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COme all ye Protestant Lads in the Land,
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now merry we'l be, and let none of us flinch;
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See, I am charg'd with a bumper in hand,
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resolving an Health to our Protestant Prince,
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God preserve the Prince of Orange,
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with a Huzza now drink off your Glass;
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He that refuses, the Nation abuses,
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and shall have his Liquor flung into his Face.
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When Popery had all the Nation o're run,
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and set up their Idols all over the Land,
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'Twas the brave Orange that trampled 'em down,
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and gave us our Rites again with his own hand,
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May kind Heaven bless him for it;
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with a Huzza now take off your Glass;
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He that refuses the Nation abuses,
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and shall have his Liquor flung into his face.
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Now we've discharg'd, fill our glasses again,
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A Health to his Princess next Heir to the Crown,
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May she succeed, and long happily Reign,
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and raise up our Church, and pluck Popery down:
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May she happy be for ever;
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with a Huzza now drink off your Glass,
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He that refuses, the Nation abuses,
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and shall have his Liquor flung into his Face.
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Now to Prince George an Health we'll begin,
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who for our safety has given his aid
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To thrust out the Pope and let Protestants in,
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by which our Church is much happier made.
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May he be prosperous for ever,
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with a Huzza now drink off your Glass,
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He that refuses, the Nation abuses,
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and shall have his Liquor flung into his Face.
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Fill up your glasses to the Princess Ann,
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may she all blessings for ever enjoy,
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And all the rest of the Protestant train,
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who for our good their assistance employ.
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May they all be blest for ever,
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with a Huzza now drink off your glass,
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He that refuses, the Nation abuses,
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and shall have his Liquor flung into his face.
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All the great souls who together now join,
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may they be happy by Sea and by Land,
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And he succesful in every design,
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especially that they have taken in hand:
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Heavens bless their Undertaking,
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with a Huzza now drink off your Glass,
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He that refuses, our Nation abuses,
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and shall have his Liquor flung into his face.
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Fill up your cups while good liquor it flows,
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prosperity to the good Protestant Church,
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And may we quickly discover her Foes,
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who now for their pains are all left in the lurch.
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May our Church stand firm for ever,
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with a Huzza now drink off your Glass,
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He that refuses, the Nation abuses,
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and shall have his liquor flung into his face.
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May all the Nation in Union joyn,
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to serve his great Highness at every call,
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Whose care has quite ruin'd that evil design,
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which else without doubt would have ruind us all
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May he meet with no obstruction;
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with a Huzza now drink off your Glass,
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He that refuses, the Nation abuses,
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and shall have his liquor flung into his Face.
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