Protestant OBSERVATOR:
OR,
A Touch of the strange Turn of TIMES,
From the Reign of Queen Mary in 1555, to this present Year.
To the Tune of A true Touch of the Times . Licensed according to Order.
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NOW listen a while, while I here do relate
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The many strange Turnings in Matters of State,
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Since bloudy Queen Mary and Bonner did Reign,
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Of whom the whole Kingdom had cause to complain:
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Those that would not Turn were adjudged to Burn,
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At which our bless'd Sion in Ashes did Mourn;
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Yet her noble Martyrs Religious and Loyal,
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Through Faith they did stand the sharp fiery Trial.
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Soon after these Flames had prov'd Protestant's Doom,
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A hot burning Feaver did Mary consume:
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Then Lady Elizabeth she was made Queen,
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Whose Piety soon chang'd the sharp bloudy Scene;
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In spite of the Jesuites Envy and Malice,
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She was convey'd from a Prison to a Palace;
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From a Vail of Tears to a Sceptre and Crown,
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And quickly she tumbl'd Rome 's Wooden God's down.
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A lasting Foundation she likewise did make,
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For Law and Religion, which Rome cannot shake:
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She had been preserv'd by a powerfull Hand,
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For to be a publick Good to this Land:
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In her blessed Reign she did baffle proud Spain ,
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And studied the Protestant Rights to maintain;
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And after she had Reigned full Fourty four years,
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Her Death did occasion whole Showr's of Tears.
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Then peaceable James came next to the Throne,
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Whose Learning and Wisedom all Persons must own:
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Tho' Peace and Religion was all his Desire,
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Rome 's Faction against his sweet Life did conspire:
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The Jesuites hot, may they ne'er be forgot,
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In that they contriv'd a damn'd Gun-powder Plot,
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To blow up the King, and his Great Parliament.
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But Heaven in Mercy their Plot did prevent.
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Then after him Reigned Charles his Royal Son,
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Who thro' a whole Ocean of Sorrows did run,
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And then at the last, by most unhappy Fate,
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Was Murder'd and Martyr'd at his Palace-Gate;
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There like a meek Lamb he did patiently dye,
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Whose innocent bloud did for just vengeance cry;
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His Foes that were formerly used to frown,
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In private their Tears then ran trickling down.
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6.
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Then Oliver came with his fiery Nose,
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The Common Prayer Service he soon did oppose,
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And Bishops turn'd out, with great Persons of State,
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They were like Old Almanacks, quite out of Date:
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Then Tinkers and Taylors did sit at the Helm,
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And Collonels with Coblers did Govern the Realm:
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Thus having quite turn'd out the Bishops and Peers,
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Then Canters and Ranters were haul'd in by the Ear.
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Then Cromwell went hence in a horrid Whirl-wind,
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And left all his Coblers, and Tinkers behind.
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Then K. Charles , who long had been kept from his own,
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With Peace, Joy, and Triumph Return'd to his Throne
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Where many long years he did Flourish and Reign,
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And we had no Cause in the least to complain;
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To Eighty and four he the Sceptre did sway,
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Then dy'd with full Age, or else some other way.
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Then the next was a Papist that came to the Crown.
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Whose Jesuites strove to run Protestants down,
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Great Monmouth then hearing what they did contrive,
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Unto this great Kingdom he soon did arrive,
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Resolving to stand for the Protestant's good,
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And Sealed the same with the Price of his Bloud,
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For Malice and Envy was frequently rife,
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Alas! he was merely betray'd of his Life.
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The Protestant Laws must be next overthrown,
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To make some Ten thousands times worse of their own,
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And then was provided with great Cost and Care,
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A Project to bring forth a Catholick Heir:
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But oh! how the Friars did fret, swear and damn,
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'Cause Protestants would not believe the quere Sham:
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Great William at length with an Army came here,
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And sent them away with a Flea in their Ear.
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Now gracious King William is plac'd on the Throne,
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His Power let every Protestant own,
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And pray that the Heavens will always afford
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A Blessing along with his Conqu'ring Sword,
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Our Laws to Restore, down with Babylon 's Whore,
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That she may ne'er trouble this Kingdom no more:
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Then Blessings from Heaven will fall like a Dew,
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Upon our Great King, and His Parliament too .
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