The Subjects Satisfaction
Being a New SONG of the Proclaiming King William and Queen M[a]ry the
13th. of this Instant February; to the great Joy and Comfort of the whole Kingdom
To the Tune of, Grim King of the Ghosts; Or, Hail to the Mirtle Shades.
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KIng William is come to the Throne,
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the Nations Defender to be,
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And this is a blessing we own,
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ordain'd by the Heavens Decree;
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Let Protestants truly rejoyce,
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and Bells too as merrily Ring,
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While all with a laudable voice,
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cry God bless great William our King.
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Queen Mary his Royal Consort,
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invested with Fame and Renown,
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She is the bright Star of the Court,
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as being true Heir to the Crown:
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Long may they both flourish and Reign,
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their Fame thorow Europe to ring
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While Subjects they cry out amain,
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God prosper great William our King.
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The Triumph of that Noble day,
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as they were in London proclaim'd,
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Was duly observ'd e'ry way,
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vast Bone-fines gallantly flam'd:
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Canary was plenty and free,
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as Water that flows from a Spring,
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While all in one voice did agree,
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saying, God bless great William our King
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As being releas'd from that fear,
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which threatned this Nation of late,
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A blessing is come in the rear,
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to settle Religion and State:
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The Glory of Brittain is come,
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then Boy, let us merrily sing,
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And turn a Glass over your Thumb,
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with God save great William our King.
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There is such a change in the Scene,
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which soon all our joys will restore
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A Protestant King and a Queen,
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the like was scarce ever before:
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Let loud Acclamations resound,
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and make the high Elements ring,
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The Glory of Brittain is found,
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in our true Protestant King.
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Now good Queen Elizabeth's Laws,
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in full force and power shall stand,
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To maintain the Protestant Cause,
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and make this a flourishing Land:
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We'll purge out all Popery quite,
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which Plots to this Nation did bring
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And all in Obedience unite,
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to pray for great William our King.
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The Lords and the Commons agreed,
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and gave satisfaction to all,
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Tho' Romans false rumours did breed,
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and hop'd they at variance wou'd fall;
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Yet Heaven has blest the great work,
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which joy to this Nation did bring,
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A fig for the French or the Turk,
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now we have a Protestant King.
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Except those that wou'd us destroy,
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there is not a sorrowful Soul,
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The Land is transported with Joy,
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full bumpers does merrily troul:
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Great Guns at the Tower did roar,
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while Fame she was boasting on wing
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To carry the tydings all o're,
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of William our Protestant King.
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Let Mary his Royal good Queen,
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be blest by the powers above,
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And that to her joy may be seen,
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a Mother e're long she may prove;
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And have a Male Heir of her own,
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whose fame may thro' Christendom ring
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And sit in the height of the Throne,
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to Reign a true protestant King.
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