BALLAD.
To the Tune of Couragio.
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COme, come, great Orange, come away
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On thy August Voyagio:
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The Church and State admit no stay,
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and Protestants wou'd once more say
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Couragio, Couragio, Couragio.
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2.
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Stand East, dear Wind, till they arrive
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On their design'd Voyagio,
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And let each Noble Soul alive
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Cry loud, Qu'il Prince d'Aurange vive!
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Couragio, etc.
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Look sharp, and see the Glorious Fleet
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Appear in their Voyagio!
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With loud Huzzas we will them greet,
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And with both Arms and Armies meet;
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Couragio, etc.
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4.
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Then, welcom to our English shore:
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And now I will engage---o,
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We'l thump the Babylonish Whore,
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And kick her Trump'ries out of Door;
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Couragio, etc.
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5.
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Poor Berwick! how will thy Dear-Joys
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Oppose this brave Voyagio?
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Thy tallest Sparks will be mere Toys
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To Brandenburgh and Swedish Boys;
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Couragio, etc.
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6.
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Dunbarton sputters now, like mad,
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Against this great Voyagio;
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Old Craven too in Sable's clad;
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And Feversham looks monstrous sad:
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Couragio, etc.
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7.
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But Solmes has took a Glorious Cause
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In this warlike Voyagio,
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To guard us from their ravening Pawes,
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And to protect our Lives and Laws;
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Couragio, etc.
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8.
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Nassaw will ridicule the Fop
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By this Belgic Voyagio,
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And make their gawdy Feathers drop;
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Their Slaughter's but a Harvest-Crop:
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Couragio, etc.
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9.
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Stirum, advance the Buda Blades
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Thou'st brought in this Voyagio:
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And, since thy Lawrel never fades,
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Send our Foes to the Stygian Shades;
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Couragio, etc.
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10
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Schombergh thunders Heroe-like
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In this Stormy Voyagio;
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His very Name dos Horror strike,
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And will slay more than Gun or Pike;
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Couragio, etc.
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11.
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Thus they the Victory will gain,
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After their brave Voyagio;
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And all our Liberties maintain,
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And settle Church and State again:
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Couragio, etc.
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12.
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Then't will be Just, and no Extream,
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To see by this Voyagio,
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That Wem shou'd have th' Effect of's Dream
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For Driving headlong with the Stream;
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Couragio, etc.
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The Judges too, that Traitors be,
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Must truss by this Voyagio;
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'Twill be a Noble Sight, to see
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Dispensing Scarlet on a Tree!
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Couragio, etc.
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14.
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The Monks away full swift will hye
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On their dismal Voyagio:
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Ten Pounds a Post-Horse then they cry,
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And all away to Calis fly;
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Couragio, etc.
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15.
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Sunderland has Shot the Pit,
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And is on his Voyagio;
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D'ada must no more hatching sit;
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And Petre too the Board must quit:
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Couragio, etc.
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16.
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Old Arundel does hang his Ears
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Because of this Voyagio;
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And Miser Powys stews in Tears;
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Bellasis roars, and damns, and swears:
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Couragio, etc.
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17.
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When all is done, we then shall hope
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To see, by this Voyagio,
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No more Nuncio, no more Pope;
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Except it be to have a Rope:
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Couragio, Couragio, Couragio.
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