The Prince of ORANGE
Welcome to LONDON.
To the Tune of, The two English Travellers.
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THe Prince Van Orange he is come to this Land,
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Who does in defiance of Popery stand:
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He does not desire Supream for to Reign,
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But our Laws and Liberties here to maintain.
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Which some evil Persons did strive to Invade,
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And we into Bondage might have been betray'd;
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We see all their dealings, which troubl'd us sore,
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The Fryars and Jesuits dayly came o're.
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In City and Town they did Mass-houses build,
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Which was with poor ignorant Proselites fill'd;
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The Proverb of old is made true in this case,
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We see that an ill Weed will flourish apace.
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They still are inventing and forging of Lyes,
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Against our Bible and Clergy likewise;
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In hopes they might suddenly be overthrown,
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And then they concluded the Game was their own.
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The Bishops away to the Tower was sent,
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As stout and as chearful as Martyrs they went;
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Not fearing whatever might fall to their doom,
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They scorn to submit to the Clergy of Rome.
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Now while the true Church thus did tottering stand,
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It was a great grief to most Men in this Land:
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But while we with sorrowful sighings did grieve,
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Each Fryar and Jesuits laught in their Sleeve.
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And Old Father Peters was one of the Train,
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Who did for a while in his Roguery Reign;
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But Fortune was pleased to send him a Frown,
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And from his high Honour to tumble him down.
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Now seeing himself in this sorrowful case,
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He thought it no boot to remain in this place;
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And therefore his Breetches with Guinnies he lin'd,
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In order for running some shelter to find.
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Now while he was taking this dangerous flight,
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He pray'd to Saint Francis and Bridget all night;
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But yet notwithstanding his Religious Prayer,
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He was taken napping as Moss catcht his Mare.
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There is many more as we well understand,
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Wishes that they were safe out of the Land;
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They'd rather leave Brittain, and flye to the Pope;
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Than here to take part of the Hatchet and Rope.
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And now to return to the Prince Van Orange,
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Whose cost, care and Conduct, has wrought this great change
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This Nation from Thraldom I hope he'l set free,
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And then there will none be more happy than we.
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And now let us drink a good Health to the Mitre,
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And may that Church flourish, tho' enemies spight her
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Next Health to that Seven that stood by our Cause,
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As stout as our Martyrs, as just as our Laws.
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God bless all the Nobles, Religious and Just,
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Who always was faithful and true to their Trust:
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I hope they will settle this Nation again,
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That we may ne'r have any cause to complain.
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And when a Free Parliament shall Regulate
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And Compose our Fractions in matters of State,
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The Joys of this Nation again to restore,
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Then both King and People may flourish once more.
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