A NEW
SONG
UPON THE
CORONATION
of King James II.
To the Tune of King Jamess Jigg.
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I.
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NOW, nows the time that our Foes did fear,
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Our King is Enthron'd in his right sphere:
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The lofty Cedar the Elme and Oke
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Doth Flourish, yet every Weeping Rock
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Bleeds Tears for the times of Yore,
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Our late Troubles and those before:
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Now 'th heavens doth smile and those times are ore,
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The Whigs turn'd Trimmers can Hang us no more.
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II.
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Great JAMES our King and MARY is Crown'd,
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Their Glorys and Splendor the Heavens resound;
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He'll take no wrong and do Subjects right,
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And shew them descipline that dares to fight:
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He hath ventur'd his life by Sea and Land
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Before all those, under his Command;
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He's a Coward that will not his life defend, stand.
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Then drink the King's Health Sir while he can
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III.
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A Coronation too high for a Song,
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Where all the Nobles o'th Nation did Throng;
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Our God's Annointed, excelling far
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Aurora, or Aprils Morning Star:
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The Galexcy's not to be seen,
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Obscur'd by 'th Lustre of King and Queen
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In Emulation the Gods have been,
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In Cannopys over the Royal Scene.
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IV.
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We'l leave disputing of Plots and Shams,
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And never take notice when Otes he Hangs;
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We'l leave of Whoring unless by fits,
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When Wine rides Admiral o're our Wits:
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The Golden Age anew begins,
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Peace and Plenty our King attends;
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The smiles of all the heavens descends
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Upon our dread Sovereign, the best of Kings.
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V.
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So great a Monarch was never before;
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His Royal Protection all princes implore;
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And every Soldier in all his Guards,
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A Commissioners office can well discharge,
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And thinks each Minute an Age to long,
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Till they are engag'd amongst the Throng
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O' th' Turks and Teicklets both proud and strong,
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That 'th Empire may flourish like our Kingdom.
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VI.
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Let all Loyal Hearts with Joyes be Crown'd,
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Each Soul a full Brimmer, and Hat on the ground,
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With loud Acclamations lets reach the Skies,
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And drink up our Liquor before it dyes;
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The Guns did Fire and the Bells did Ring,
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The Bloom and Blossome of all the Spring
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Doth flourish and beautifie everything,
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That Tends the Coronation of JAMES our King.
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