A New Protestant Ballad,
CALLED,
ENGLANDS Congratulation
For its Happy Condition under the Glorious Reign of King William
and Queen Mary.
Now Wars, Dissentions, Want and Taxes cease,
And in their room comes Trade, and Wealth, and Peace.
To the Tune of, Packingtons Pound.
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I.
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LEt England Rejoyce, with heart and with voice,
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Let's all sing aloud, Boys, to our happy choice;
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Experience convinces, we've got two such Princes,
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That all former Tyranny now banisht hence is:
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With thanks let us mention,
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Our blessed Convention,
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Which eases our Charges, and heals our Dissention:
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For now there's no danger that we should miscarry,
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While Govern'd so wisely by William and Mary.
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II.
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Of late bald Priests swarmed, with Popish Zeal warmed
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And all Godly Protestants sorely Alarmed;
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With damn'd Latin Tongue, and with puffed up Lung,
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They roar'd out their Matins and Vespers so long:
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Nay, so bold were they,
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As to Preach and to Pray,
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In our Learned City, their old silly way:
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But now neither Papist nor Forreigners tarry
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Here under the Reign of William and Mary.
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III.
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With such heavy Taxes the Nation did groan,
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The like ne'r before nor since has been known:
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The late King did take all, or so much did borrow,
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He empty'd our Purses, and fill'd us with sorrow:
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But now, God be praised,
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Our Burthens are eased,
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No more bloody Taxes are now to be raised;
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And no Subjects Property e're can miscarry,
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While England is Governd by William and Mary.
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IV.
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We had many sad thoughts and prospects before,
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But now we ne'r look, nor think any more:
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The French dare not meddle, Scotch Bishops are down,
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The Irish are beaten, and all is our own:
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King Lewis is seen
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Without Money or Men,
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And King James he is running back hither agen:
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Thus in Peace we do flourish, and nought does miscarry,
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In this lucky Reign of William and Mary.
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V.
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In the last Reign, alas! our Ships could not pass,
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And at a low Ebb our Trading it was;
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The Exchequer was poor, and nothing did give,
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As now it does much, honest men to relieve:
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Now, now, we are made,
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Our Debts are all pay'd,
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Our Merchants grow Rich, with a free open Trade:
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The People are steady, not one man is weary
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Of the settled Reign of William and Mary.
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VI.
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Our Church and our Laws, in the hands of our Foes,
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Had like t' have been lost, as they did suppose;
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For Graham and Brent, had an evil intent,
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To change Corporations, and whole Government:
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But now Bishops rare,
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With Judges most fair,
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Have brought things again to be just where they were;
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And from that, to be sure, we never shall vary,
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While Church & State's Govern'd by William and Mary.
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VII.
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Privy-Counsellours too, without more ado,
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Are well chosen all, and wise ones are now;
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They're none of King Jamess, they never do wrong,
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But move all in Concord, as does this my Song:
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Tho' some of them may
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Not know what to say,
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Yet Honestly all they will Vote the right way:
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But were they all Fools, we could not miscarry,
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If Govern'd alone by William and Mary.
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VIII.
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Thus all things do prosper, and special success
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Does every Design of our Sovereigns bless:
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Our Fleet has done Wonders, our Army the same,
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And Schomberg has purchas'd a Wife and new Fame:
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They whom James does Command,
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Both by Sea and by Land,
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Are half dead of the Rot, while ours do sound stand:
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Our Princely new buildings mount up to the Sky,
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To shew the firm standing of William and Mary.
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IX.
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Wherefore let us all, as well great as small,
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Joyn our hearts and our Purses whenever they call;
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What's matter for Pelf, let it go, 'tis but Dross,
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With them comes our wealth, and 'tis theirs to a Cross.
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Let's make much of those Men,
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That brought our Prince in,
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Least Both he and they should forsake us agen:
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They who Grumble at this, will only miscarry,
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For they shew they do love neither William nor Mary.
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