EPITHALAMIUM
OR,
A Wedding Song:
ON
The Supposed Marriage, of the Supposed Prince of Wales, to the Supposed Grand-Chil[d] [of]
the French King, the Supposed Son of Lewis the 13th. as it was with the Consent of [His]
Holiness (or rather His Wickedness) the Pope of Rome, Solemnized from Paris to Purg[atory]
the Third of the last Greek Calends, 1689.
To the Tune of, Lulla by baby, etc.
Lycensed, and Entered according to Order.
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PRAY rub up your Ears, and I'll tell you a thing,
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The wonder of Subjects, the Wit of a King:
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Then give me attention to what I do Sing,
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Sing Tantara rara Boys hey, Boys hey, sing Tantara rara Boys hey.
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The Young Prince of Wales he went over to France,
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To Fence and to Fiddle, and learn to Dance;
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And there he did meet with a Mistris by chance:
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Sing Tantara rara Boys, etc.
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He spy'd from his Cradle a Princess, that Cry'd,
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The Dophin's young Daughter with Swadling Clouts ty'd:
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And fell in a Passion, as it he would have dy'd.
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Sing Tantara rara Boys, etc.
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The Prince to a minut, was half a year Old;
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The Princess a quarter, but bucksome and bold,
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And both they were willing their Loves to unfold.
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Sing Tantara rara Boys, etc.
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Young Innocent mumbl'd, and fumbl'd the Wench:
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And she made him answer, by Smiling in French:
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But he with his Rattle her passion did quench.
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Sing Tantara rara Boys, etc.
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The Mazareen-King, the Most Christian Fox,
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That Europe Confounded, and Christendom Choaks:
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He heard of the Woing, and swore by the POX.
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Sing Tantara rara Boys, etc.
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Your Right to Three Kingdoms I dare to deny;
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Then hopeful young Innocent, pray thee stand by:
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But Old Father Peters, he thus did reply.
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Sing Tantara rara Boys, etc.
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The Prince of Wales's Right (tho' now by mischance,
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He lives in your Kingdom, and backward doth dance)
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[Is] as good to England as yours was to France.
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Sing Tantara rara Boys, etc.
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At last they agree'd, and both Parties content:
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The day was appointed, mistakes to prevent;
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And the Turk's Great Defender he gave his Consent.
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Sing Tantara rara Boys, etc.
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Two Ladies of Honour the Parties did bear,
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The Bride in a Cradle, and him in a Chair;
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But both in the Chappel, did Cry out for fear.
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Sing Tantara rara Boys, etc.
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The Priest he made hast, and joyned their Hands;
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And thus secur'd them, in Wedlock Bands,
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Yet neither had Kingdom, nor People, nor Lands.
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Sing Tantara rara Boys, etc.
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The Table was cover'd, the Dishes came in;
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The Bride and the Bride-groom to cry did begin,
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For the poor Prince of Wales saw none of his Kin.
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Sing Tantara rara Boys, etc.
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When Dinner was ended, to Dancing they went,
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And Lewis and Mally they Danc'd with consent;
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A Jeg of sweet pleasure which gave them content.
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Sing Tantara rara Boys, etc.
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The Popoe had a Daughter both Hansome and Fair,
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The only Brid's Maiden, that day, that was there,
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And she, of young Bastards had brought forth a pair.
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Sing Tantara rara Boys, etc.
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The Princess was Pretty, and Royally Clad;
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But still Young and Foolish, and hardly well Bred;
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But the Prince he was eager to have her a Bed.
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Sing Tantara rara Boys, etc.
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When both were a Bed, and the Candle put out,
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And the Bride-groom drew nearer he S----t in his Clo[ut,]
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And the Wedding did end with a Stink and a Rout.
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Sing Tantara rara Boys, etc.
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