Couragious Loyalists, Or,
A Health to the Royal Family.
To the Tune of, Rowze up Great Monarch.
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DRownd Melancholly
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in a Glass of Wine,
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We will be Jolly,
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let the Miser pine:
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Boys Drink about,
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wel make the Tavern Roar,
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When the Bumpers out,
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wel call again for more;
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It makes good Blood
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to run within our Veins,
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It puts Good Reason also
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in our Brains:
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He that will deny it,
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hanged let him be,
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Heres a Health to all
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the Royal Progeny.
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II.
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Boys wel be merry
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whatsoere ensue,
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Drink Sack and Sherry
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till the Skie looks blue;
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Let the Whiggs lament,
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and whiningly complain,
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We with one consent,
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drink to the Royal Train:
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Heavens bless Great Charles,
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and the Duke of York,
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All the Lords and Earls,
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and every Royal Spark;
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Down with every Factious,
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flamming, whining Crue,
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Give them Rope and Hanging,
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since it is their due.
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III.
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Drawer bring us Wine,
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fill the other Bowl,
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Let us lose no time,
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for hes an honest Soul
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That doth love his Prince,
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and the ancient Laws,
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He is a man of sense,
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he shall have our applause:
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As for mighty Charles,
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his Renowned Name,
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Let it be Recorded
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in the Books of Fame:
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But he that will deny
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Allegiance to the King,
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Hang him let him dye,
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and in a Halter swing.
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Brave Noble Sions,
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be you stout and true,
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Stand in Defiance
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of the Rabble Crue;
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They that designd
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our Laws to undermine,
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We will make them flye,
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like Chaff before the Wind:
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Those that did consent,
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yielding to allow,
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Those that did invent
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the Association Vow,
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To conceal their Treason,
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hang um let them swing,
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Heres a Health to Charles,
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the most Renowned King.
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V.
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Now sure the Whiggs,
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they wlll no more Rebell,
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Old Crumwels Piggs
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that suckt up all the swell:
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Their hopes are drowned,
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as we plainly see,
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Some were confounded
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in their Villainy:
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Tommy he is fled,
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Tony he is Dead,
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Some of them was Hangd,
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others lost their Head:
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Ketch in conclusion,
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payd them their Arrears,
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Since this Confusion
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how they hang their Ears!
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VI.
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Then learn to bow,
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and in Obedience stand,
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To Ceasar now
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the Glory of the Land:
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None can convince,
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for what I speak is true,
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He is a Prince
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of love and pitty too:
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Those that are Loyal,
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they are perfect free,
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Theres no denyal
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of their Liberty:
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Then true hearts be merry,
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make the Tavern Ring,
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Fling up your Caps,
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and cry, God Save the KING.
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