A Welcome to the MEDAL;
OR AN
Excellent New SONG; Call'd The Constitution Restor'd, in 1711.
To the Tune of Mortimers-Hole.
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LEt's Joy in the Medal with James the IIId's Face,
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And the Advocates that Pleaded for him;
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Tho' the Nation Renounces the whole Popish Race,
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Great Lewis of France will Restore him.
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2.
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Health to the New Coll'nels and Captains so Pritty,
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With S-------lk and the rest of the Train, Sir,
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Who Play'd thro' the City, the High-Church-Mens Ditty,
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The King shall his own have again, Sir.
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3.
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What tho' we did Swear, to the Protestant Heir,
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And roundly Abjur'd the Pretender;
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Our Oaths must give place, to the True Royal Race,
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Or our High-Faith will want a Defender.
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4.
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Who wou'd not rejoyce at a Turn of the State,
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Which Rescu'd our Old Constitution?
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From that Happy Period, we joyfully Date
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The Fall of the Curs'd Revolution.
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5.
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To begin with Resistance, Sachev'rel did say,
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the Doctrine of Devils, and Hell, Sir;
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But Passive-Obedience does now bear the Sway,
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As the Wise I------sh Bishops can tell, Sir.
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6.
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Hereditary Right, which sav'd James the Just,
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From the Damnable Bill of Exclusion;
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Will bring in his Son, as High Church Men do trust,
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To the Hannover-Houses Confusion.
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7.
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And to shew that the Jacobite Interest rises,
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To High-Churchmens great Consolation,
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The Pretenders Medals do bear double Prizes,
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And his Friends are in high Reputation.
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8.
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While thus our Brave Priesthood with vigilant Care,
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Our Factions and Ferments do Nourish;
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Old Lewis is sure to succeed in the War,
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And his Grandsons Scepter must Flourish.
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The Dutch shall be Ruin'd, the Whiggs shall be Damn'd,
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And Austrias House be Confounded;
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The Gauls shall Rejoyce, while our Allies are Shamm'd,
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And our Quarrels with France are Compounded.
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10.
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Now Pr------r, and M------r. with Pistoles in great store,
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From France are Arrived at Dover;
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And ABEL may Roar, 'till his Lungs are quite Sore,
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That there can be no need of Hanover.
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Great Treaties like ours, must infallibly bear,
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Since the Persons Employ'd, are so Able;
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Tho' one was a Drawer, and t' other, some Swear
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Was the Politick Groom of a Stable.
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Yet they're guided by one, who is very well known,
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And a thorow pac'd Statesman is reckon'd;
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In the Rad------r Address the Whiggs he knock'd down,
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With the 12th of King Charles the Second.
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13.
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Thus bravely he Fights their Lewd Bill of Rights,
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And baffles their Damn'd Revolution;
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By Statutes Repeal'd, Non-Resistance he heal'd,
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And to High-Church he gave Absolution.
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14.
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Wide open to all a Subscription Book stands,
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With some Advocates at Edin---borow;
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Where Perkins true Friends do set to their Hands,
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If he'll come, they'll receive him to Morrow.
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Good Mr. Dundass, has giv'n him a Pass,
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The Kingdom of Scotland to enter;
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And the Dutchess of Gordon, that brave Popish Lass,
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does Swear by the Mass, He may venture.
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By such Great Examples, all People will find
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That the Jacobites are in no Peril
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For the Prince at St. Germains, to speak out their Mind,
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Or to Drink a Full Bumper to Sorrel.
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Thus Lesley, and Hicks, with their Politick Tricks,
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Have gain'd on the Sense of the Nation;
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The Dissenters are troubled, to find themselves bubbled,
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For Indulgence is no Toleration.
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Their Barns are burnt down, and their Teachers are Damn'd
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For Preaching in Tubs without Orders;
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The Silly Low-Church, will be left in the Lurch,
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And the Scotch Kirk drove out of our Borders.
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19.
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Let Schismaticks Pine, let Republicans Wine,
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And henceforth abandon these Nations;
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While Tories Rejoyce, and cry with one Voice,
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Obedience without Limitations.
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20.
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Let our Trade go to Wreck, and all our Stocks Sink,
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While our High-Church Rides safe from all Danger;
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Since Lands above Money, we have reason to think
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The QUEENs-Brother will Conquer the Stranger.
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21.
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Let the Whigs that love Trade, the South-Seas Invade,
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And there we will give 'em Debentures;
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For the Money they've Lent, 'till the whole Sum be spent,
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And a Spunge wipe out all their Adventures.
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22.
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They shall have for Director, their German Elector,
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Who certainly will not Play Booty;
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He's too much in the Stock, the Project to Shock,
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Good PRINCESS SOPHIA Adieu t' ye.
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