A New SONG on the Arrival of
PRINCE GEORGE,
And His Intermarriage with the
LADY ANN.
To the Tune of, Old Jemmy.
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I.
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PRince GEORGE at last is come,
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Fill every man his Bumper;
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For the Valiant DANE make room,
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Confusion to each Rumper,
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And every prodigal starch'd Fool
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Aspires unto a Crown,
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By hopes of Plotting Knaves to Rule,
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Who next wou'd pull him down.
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II.
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Preserve Great CHARLES our King,
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And His Illustrious BROTHER,
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Whilst Whigs in Halters swing,
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And hang up one another:
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The joyful Bridegroom and the Bride,
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Prince GEORGE of Royal Race,
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Of all the Swains the Joy and Pride,
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The subject of their Lays.
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III.
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Brave GEORGE He is a Lad
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With all Perfections shining;
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With every Virtue clad,
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And every Grace refining:
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But oh! of such a war-like Race,
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So Conqu'ring are His Charms,
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No Mars in Field, but must give place
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To His Victorious Arms.
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IV.
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Brave GEORGE, Great Denmark's Son
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(A stout and war-like Nation)
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By Birth to ENGLANDs Crown
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A near and dear Relation;
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But now the Knot is doubly ty'd,
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Which makes Him still more near,
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The Knot which Knaves would have destroy'd,
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By cutting off the Heir.
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V.
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But now the Tribe's dispers'd,
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Their Projects are defeated,
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Which Walcot and the rest
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Did hope to have compleated:
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And now they'l pay for all their scores,
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Who for that Int'rest stood,
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And let 'em hang for Sons of Whores,
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Who thirst for ROYAL BLOOD.
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VI.
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Poor Perkin! where's the hope
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Of all thy high promoting?
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Now, Bully Tom, a Rope
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Must crown thy Cheats and Plotting:
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Let Ferguson with Gray escape,
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They safe are ev'ry-where,
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If Murder, Treason, Lust and Rape
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Can pass unpunish'd here.
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VII.
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Let M------th for a Crown,
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That hopeful Prince so Loyal,
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Away with Rebels run,
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To raise an Army Royal:
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Brave George for England scorns to fly,
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Old Jemmy stout as He,
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Their Plots and Malice we defie,
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And all their Treachery.
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VIII.
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May Heav'n, which Him did raise
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O'th' Protestant Profession,
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In His Immortal Race
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Maintain the just Succession,
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That no pretending Bastard bold,
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In time to come, may dare
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His lawless Title to uphold,
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Against the lawful Heir.
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