The Protestant Queen:
OR,
The Glorious Proclaiming her Royal Highness Princiss Ann of Denmark, Queen of England, Scotland, France and Ireland, on the 8th. of March. 1702. on the Joy and Satisfaction of all Loyal and Loving Subjects.
To the Tune of, Did you not here of a Gallant Sailor.
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I Must confess that we all lamented,
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the suddain Death of our Gracious King,
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Both Lords & Commons were discontented
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who then in sorrow their hands did wring,
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But here's a blessing we are possessing,
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the which may Comfort our hearts again,
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And glad the Nation by Proclaimation,
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Queen Ann has fairly began her Reign.
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Through London City in various places,
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this happy sight was in Triumph seen,
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Both Nobles, Heralds, and Golden Maces,
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was at proclaiming our Royal Queen,
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With Pomp attended 'twas great and splendid,
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our sorrows now are to comforts grown,
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Because a blessing we are possessing,
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Queen Ann the glory of Englands Throne.
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Here might you see a strange alteration,
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those that did weep in the Morning soon,
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Was pleas'd and Smil'd at the Proclamation,
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which was near five in the Afternoon,
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No Soul seem'd fearful, all glad and chearful,
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their sorrows now was to Comforts grown,
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Our Royal Princess her Reign commences,
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Queen Ann the Glory of Englands Throne.
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Now let her Subjects be true and loyal,
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with her sweets presence new Joys she brings,
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A Princess born of the true blood Royal
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descended down from a Race Kigns,
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Which are deceased from Cares released
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now she is come to Injoy her own,
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This happy blessing we're now possessing,
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Queen Ann the Glory of Englands Throne.
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We may observe by her declaration,
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that she'll endeavour to immitate,
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Elixabeth in this Royal Station,
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who was both powerful good and great,
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All hearts surrender to our Defender,
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of all that e'er we can call our own,
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Our Laws to Norish, long may she florish,
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with brightness on the imperial Throne.
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She told her Counsel at the first meeting,
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what sence she had of our present state,
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Who was well pleas'd at her Royal greeting,
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while weighty matters they did debate,
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Thro' God's direction such satisfaction,
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she gave them th[e]n as it well known,
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That they were pleased their hearts were eased,
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long may she Reign on the Royal throne.
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She is a Protestant true Proffessor,
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which Church she chearfully maintain,
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May Heavens prosper, preserve and bless her,
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with a long flourishing happy Reign,
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As also pleasure, Joy, Honour, Treasure,
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now she is come to possess her own,
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A chearfull blessing we are possessing,
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Queen Ann the Glory of Englands Throne.
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She has declar'd that she will be guided,
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by her grave Counsel and Parliament,
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From them she never will be divided,
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this is her Royal true intent,
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Thus all agreeing a happy being,
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will cause our foes to make sad moan,
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As we the blessing are still possessing,
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Queen Ann the Glory of Englands Throne.
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O that kind Heaven once more would favour,
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Her Majesty with a Royal Son,
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That so the Line may endure for ever,
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and shine as bright as it e'er has done,
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That so from dangers of popish strangers,
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true Subjects here may enjoy their own,
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And be possessing as choice ablessing,
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as now is on the imperial Throne.
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The Jacks began for to laugh and fligger,
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and seem'd to prick up their lousie Ears,
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But let them know there is life and Vigor,
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in our blest Qeen and her Noble Peers,
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Enough to quail them nay scourge & jayl them,
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if still they dare to affront the Throne,
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Then Jacks be quiet and make no Riot,
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for fear the Devil should claims his own.
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