The Well-wishers to the ROYAL FAMILY.
To a New Play-house Tune.
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NOw the Tories, that Glories
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in Royal Jemmys return,
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the Tavern shall roar it, and score it,
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your Caps and Bonnets burn:
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Let the Lads and Lasses
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set foot to foot in their turn;
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and he that passes, his Glasses,
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may he never scape the Horn:
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Royal James is come again,
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there's for Honest Men; Room again,
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the true Heir is come again;
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Fop-pretenders we scorn,
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then Hey Boys laugh it, and quaff it
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let Whiggs and Zealots mourn.
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Let Impeachers and Speechers
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be with the Authors pull'd down;
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And all that Preaches or Teaches
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against the Heir of the Crown:
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No more the Zealous shall tell us
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of the Succession of the Throne;
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Till the Rebellious, so zealous,
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his Lawful Intrest own:
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Monarchy is got up again,
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Every Man take his Cup again,
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Till we make the Whiggs stoop again,
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who our Peace wou'd Inthrall:
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And every Rebel that Libel'd,
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do at his Foot-stool Fall.
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[3]
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Let's be Loyal and Joyal,
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spite of each Factious Caball,
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Who dayly Deny all, Defie all,
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that we can Loyalty Call;
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Who Smoaking, and Soaking,
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with the return of the Rump,
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Sadly Looking, fit Croaking,
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to see it Wore a Stump;
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Then Set the Glass Round again,
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For our Time let's not spend in Vain,
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But let us now Drink A-Main,
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Fill it Up to the Brim:
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Come Round Boys lets Trowl it, and Bowl it,
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till Our Joys they do swim.
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For HIM Our Choices and Voices,
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shall all Hereafter be Free,
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Whilst each one Rejoyces, our Noise
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shall Defend the Raging o'th Sea;
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We'l Attend HIM, Befriend HIM,
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let Malice Vote what it will;
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Coyn we'l Lend HIM, Defend HIM,
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and we'l Rejoyce in HIM still:
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Then let Us no Mirth Refrain,
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Since that Now HE is Safe again,
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Well having Escap'd the Main;
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From the Salt Waves set free,
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Then Hey Boys Laugh it, and Quaff it,
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And let Us Merry be.
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Though the Zealous, grow Jealous,
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and Create much Needless Fear,
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By which means they'd Drill Us, and Will Us
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like Themselves to Appear:
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But no Wonder, since Plunder,
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is That at which They do Aim,
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That the Whigs Wander under
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Religious Guile, which they Shame:
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But at last we have found them,
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And from their Bottom Unwound them,
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So that each Man may Sound them,
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and Laugh at the Old Cause,
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Which was the Ruine and Undoing,
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of King and Kingdoms Laws.
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Then let's Rout 'um, and Flout 'um,
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who Rail at the Succession,
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That would Rout HIM whom We so Esteem,
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beyond all Expression:
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Fill Clarret, whose for it?
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and let each Bumper go Round,
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Who doth Bar it, or Spare it,
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may he with Goats Horns be Crown'd:
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Here's a Health to the Dutchess,
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Grant her Long Life, Health, & Riches
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And a Young Prince is all Our Wishes,
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whilst all the Factious Repine,
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Then come away wi't, ne'r stay it,
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let no man Baulk his Wine.
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