An Excellent New SONG, Call'd,
The Charming Regents Wish,
OR,
ROYAL and FAIR.
To a pleasant New Tune.
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ROyal and Fair, Great Willy's dear Blessing,
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The Charming Regent of the Swain,
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Heavy with Care thus sadly expressing
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Her Grief, sat weeping on the Plain;
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Why did my Fate
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Exalt me so high,
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If fading State must deprive me of Joy,
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Whilst Willy is gone,
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Ah! how vainly shines the Sun,
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Till Fate Decree
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The Wind and Sea,
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Waft waft him to me.
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II.
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Large are my Flocks and flowry my Pasture,
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Worth Treasures vast of Silver and Gold,
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Where Rav'nous Wolves conspire to be Masters,
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Devour all my Lambs, and break down my Folds;
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Willy whilst here
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Secur'd me from Fear,
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All the wild Herd stood in awe of Dear,
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But poor helpless I,
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Mourning Sigh, and hourly Cry,
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Let Fates Decree
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The Winds and Sea,
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Waft waft Willy to me.
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II.
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Valiant and Wise he now 'mong the Princes,
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Consults and Acts for England's good,
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Noble and Bold his Foes he convinces,
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With Danger he's to be withstood,
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His Glory there
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Increases my Fear,
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Since to his Enemies he is so near;
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His Courage of Fire
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Makes me still wish and desire;
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Till Fates Decree
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The Wind and Sea,
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Waft waft him to me.
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IV.
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While he abroad does our Enemies vanquish,
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The Rav'nous Bores and Foxes of France,
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Our home-bred Wolves do hear it with anguish
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And Scandals 'gainst his Fame advance;
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They all profess,
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That England they Love,
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Yet wish them Success, whose fierce hatred we prove
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But they'll be content,
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They'r gross Folly to Repent,
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When Fates Decree
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The Wind and Sea,
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Waft waft him to me.
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V.
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Though Willy's Love to me is exceeding,
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Yet is his Love to Honour more,
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He cannot see brave Europe Bleeding,
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But lends his Hav'n assisted Power;
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Ireland has shown
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Some wonders he's done;
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And now in Flanders new Lawrels are won,
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Then calm thee my Breast,
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Free from Fear and Sorrow rest,
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Tiil Fates Decree
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The Wind and Sea,
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Waft waft Willy to me.
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