Great YORK and Albany:
OR THE
Loyal Welcom to His ROYAL HIGHNESS
on His Return from SCOTLAND.
To the Tune of 41, Or Hey Boys up go We.
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NOw now the Zealots all must droop,
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the Synagogues shall down
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and Truth and Loyalty get up,
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The Pillars of the Throne;
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The Whigs, (who Loyalty forsook,)
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shall with one Voice agree,
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To welcome home the Mighty Duke
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of YORK and ALBANY.
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Behold with what a Glorious Train
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Of Noble Lords and Peers,
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Great York is Guarded o're the Main,
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In spight of all our Fears;
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Our Groundless Doubts, and Jealousies
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Of Popish Slavery.
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For who can keep the Crowd in Peace,
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But York and Albany?
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The wandring Dove that was sent forth
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To find some Landing near,
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When Englands Ark was tost on Floods
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Of Jealousie and Fear;
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Returns with Olive-branch of Joy,
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To set the Nation free
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From Whiggish Rage, that wou'd destroy
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Great York and Albany.
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And now He is return'd in Peace,
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With all His Pompous Train,
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Whom Heav'n protected o'r the Seas,
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To Bless this Land again;
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Let Us with Thankful Hearts comply,
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And Joyful Harmony;
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For Scotlands Hope, and Englands Joy,
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Is Mighty Albany.
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Let Bumpers flow, and Bonfires blaze,
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And every Steeple Ring,
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To set forth Royal Jemmys Praise,
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The Brother of our King;
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Let Trumpets sound, and Canons roar,
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All with one voice agree,
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Since Heav'n again has brought ashoar
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Great York and Albany.
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These solemn Rights they freely gave
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To ev'ry Factious Brother;
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Who thought the Nation to Enslave,
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And Ruine one another:
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To M------, and each Factious Lord,
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To O--- and S------;
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But thought it Treason to afford
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To York and Albany.
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Now be confounded, all you Tribe
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Of Ignoramus sway;
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Who by Malicious Plots contriv'd
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To drive the Heir away,
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(As you did once before to France)
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An Exile o'r the Sea;
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Who to your grief did home advance
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Great York and Albany.
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And may he, with the Joys be wed,
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Together flourish still;
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And live to crush the Serpents Head,
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Whose Sting did pierce his Heel;
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Till Rebels tremble at his Name,
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And all the Land agree,
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The Just Succession to Proclaim
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Of York and Albany.
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