The Royall Health to the Rising Sun.
To the tune of, O my pretty little winking, etc.
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AS I was walking forth one day,
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I heard distressed people say,
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Our Peace and Plenty now is gone,
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And wee poore people quite undone:
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A Royall Health I then begun
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Unto the rising of the Sun,
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Gallant English Spirits
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doe not thus complaine,
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The Sun that sets
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may after rise againe.
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The Tempest hath indured long,
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Wee must not say, wee suffer wrong,
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The Queene of Love sits all alone.
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No man is Master of his owne,
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A Royall Health I then begun
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Unto the rising of the Sun,
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Gallant English Spirits
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doe not thus complaine,
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The Sun that sets
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may after rise againe.
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We over-whelmed are with griefe,
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And harbour many private Thiefe,
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Poore House-keepers can hardly live,
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Who us'd in former times to give:
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A Royall Health I then begun
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Unto the rising of the Sun,
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Gallant English Spirits
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doe not thus complaine,
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The Sun that sets
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may after rise againe.
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The Thistle choaks the Royal Rose,
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And al our bosome friends turn'd foes,
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The Irish Harpe is out of tune,
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And we God knowes undon too soone
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A Royall Health I then begun
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Unto the rising of the Sun,
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Gallant English Spirits
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doe not thus complaine,
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The Sun that sets
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may after rise againe.
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The second Part, to the same Tune.
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TRue love and friendship doth now decay,
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Poore People's almost starv'd they say,
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Our Trading's spoyl'd, and all things deare
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Wee may complaine, and ne're the neare:
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A Royall Health I then begun
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Unto the rising of the Sun,
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Gallant English Spirits
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doe not thus complaine,
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The Sun that sets
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may after rise againe.
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Though all be true that here is said,
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Kind Countrey-men be not dismaid,
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For when the worst of harmes is past,
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We shall have better times at last,
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A Royall Health I then begun
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Unto the rising of the Sun,
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Gallant English Spirits
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doe not thus complaine,
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The Sun that sets
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may after rise againe.
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When Rulers cast oft selfe-respects,
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Then shall our Yoaks fall from our Necks,
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Our safeties shall not then depend
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On promise of a Faithlesse Friend:
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A Royall Health I then begun
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Unto the rising of the Sun,
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Gallant English Spirits
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doe not thus complaine,
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The Sun that sets
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may after rise againe.
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When as the Cloud of Warre is downe,
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The Royall Sun enjoyes the Crowne,
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The Lamb shall with the Lyon feede,
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'Twill be a happy time indeed:
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A Royall Health I then begun
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Unto the rising of the Sun,
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Gallant English Spirits
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doe not thus complaine,
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The Sun that sets
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may after rise againe.
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Let us cheare up each other then,
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And shew ourselves true English:men,
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And not like bloody Wolves and Beares
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As wee have bin these many yeares,
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A Royall Health I then begun
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Unto the rising of the Sun,
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Gallant English Spirits
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doe not thus complaine,
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The Sun that sets
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may after rise againe.
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The Father of our Kingdom's dead,
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His Royall Sun from England's fled,
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God send all well that Warrs may cease,
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And wee enjoy a happy Peace;
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A Royall Health I then begun
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Unto the rising of the Sun,
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Gallant English Spirits
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doe not thus complaine,
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The Sun that sets
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may after rise againe.
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