The Courtly Triumph, or an
Excellent new Song, upon the
Goronation of K. William and
Q. Marie Which was splen-
didly celebrated on the 11th
of April 1689: To the Tune
of cannons roar.
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SOund the Trumpet, beat the Drum
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Boyes the golden Age is come,
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The true fame of Christendome,
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is William and Queen Mary;
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Who by Providence is crowned;
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Let their Actions be renowned,
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While their royal Healths go round,
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in Glasses of Canary.
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Protestants has cause to pray,
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That they may the Scepter sway,
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Purging Popery away,
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and Romish Usurpation,
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He that came to take our part,
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While we felt Romes fatal smart,
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Let him reign in every heart,
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through all this Land and Nation,
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Let him reign in every heart,
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Now he is our Crowned King,
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Under whose protecting Wing,
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Every Soul may sweetlie sing,
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without Romes Molestation,
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For we now have lived to see,
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This Land purged from Poperie,
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And the Royal Dignitie,
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of Williams great Coronation,
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Thousands of Subjects did flock there
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And no cost nor Charge did spare:
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To behold the royal peer,
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in their renowned Station,
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From the the Noble to the Mean,
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Joy in everie Face was seen,
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When our gracious King and Queen,
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was at their coronanion.
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From the Palace all proclaim
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Royal dignitie and Fame,
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By the smiling Crowds that came,
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In each degree and Station,
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Noble Lords and Ladies gay,
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Deckt in costly rich array,
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Came to celebrate that day,
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of Williams great Coronation,
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What was ever more compleat,
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How like moving Angels sweet.
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Did they gently pass the street,
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to Grace his consumation,
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The great courts in Europe fair,
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Never could with this compare,
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as if they all were there,
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at Williams great coronation.
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Those that see the Princelie Train,
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Had not power for to refrain,
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Wishing them a happy Reign,
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without dissimulation,
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While the musick soft and sweet,
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Did their heartie wishes meet
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Thus the day we did compleat
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of Williams great coronation
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We rejoice who latelie mourn'd,
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Tears are unto blessings turn'd,
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None but Papists are concerned,
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of this great Alteration,
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Heavens bless'd this great design,
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By a Power most Divine,
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Conduits freely run with Wine,
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at Williams great coronation.
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He that might have live'd at ease,
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Crost the raging roaring Seas,
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For Religious Liberties,
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in Protestant profession;
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While he does our Spirits chear,
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Talbot he shall quake for fear,
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When he shall the Tidings hear,
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of Williams great coronation.
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