THE
Loyal Bumper: or, England's Comfort.
BEING
A Health to King William and Queen Mary,
and the Prince of Denmark.
To an Excellent New TUNE.
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(1)
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HEre's Health to the King whom the Crown does belong to,
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Confusion to those that true Kings wou'd do wrong to:
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We'll here use no Name of an Old King or New King,
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But we'll Drink a Health, Boys, a Health to the true King.
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(2)
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Here's a Health to that Man that has wrong done to no Man,
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Be he English or Dutch-man, or Spaniard, or Roman:
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Here's a Health to those Children their Parents obey well,
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For the Disobedient we know will not Sway well.
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(3)
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Here's a Health to Just Men, from the Cott to the Throne, Boys,
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For Conscience will tell you, all shou'd keep their own, Boys:
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Here's a Health to those Worthys that stand up for David,
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And shame take those Members their Head have out-braved.
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(4)
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Here's a Health to Queen Mary, true Joys light upon her,
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May her Life be attended with Glory and Honour:
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We'll here use no Name of an Old Queen or New Queen,
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But we'll Drink a Health, Boys, a Health to the true Queen.
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(5)
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Here's a Health to the Prince, Heaven send him long Life,
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And if e're he be Crown'd, let him Reign without Strife:
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We here do not name him, whether Old Prince or New Prince,
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But we'll Drink a Health, Boys, a Health to the true Prince.
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(6)
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Here's a Health to those hearts that are Honest and Loyal,
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And those which are not so, may Heaven destroy all:
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We do not name any, whether Old hearts or New hearts,
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But we'll Drink a Health, Boys, a Health to all true hearts.
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(7)
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Here's a Health to the Clergy, true Sons of the Church,
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Who leave not their Prince nor Religion i'th' lurch:
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We here do not mention whether Old Church or New Church,
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But we'll Drink a Health to the Sons of the true Church.
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(8)
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Here's a Health to those Soldiers that'ill Fight for their Pay,
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That will stand by their Master, and not run away:
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Whether Lords, D. or E. so they Fight for their King, Boys,
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Or else let them Dye all like Dogs in a String, Boys.
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(9)
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Once more to all these, let the Glass then go round,
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Preserve all the Loyal, and Traytors confound:
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Send Peace to Old England, and give Caesar his Due, Boys,
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And then 'twill be better for me and for you, Boys.
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