The twelve brave Bels of Bow:
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A Royall crew, blith and merry,
Drinking healths in Sack and Sherry.
To the tune of, The twelve brave bels of Bow.
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COme noble hearts
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To show your loyall parts,
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lets drink a lovely cup and vanish care,
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Why should not we
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Which are of spirits free
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Dround grief with sack and cast of all dispare,
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then drink your fill
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See how the lusty hogs-heads lyes a bleeding still,
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What care I how full is my glass
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Drink it up quickly and let the health pass
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see thou filst it up to the brim,
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Quaffe it off roundly doe you drink to him
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but pride down head-long surely must fall,
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Though most in presumption abound,
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the Lord is King of Kings over all:
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And will all their projects confound.
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Then drink and sing,
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God blesse the true Nobility, the twelve bels ring.
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The Sun in the Skyes
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Most gloriously doth rise,
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and spreds his glistering beames to give us light,
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Jove with his traine
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Supporteth Charles's waine
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although the dog-star grin and sore doe bite,
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Come drink your fill
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[See ho]w the lusty hogs-head lyes a bleeding still,
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[?]s[?] with Iron rods
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Which hords up their money & makes it their Gods
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Hang those muck-worms which doe repine,
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(And will not be royall) they ar no friends of mine
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When as the Lyon: in England is plast,
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weel think no more of the plume,
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The Royall seed shall highly be grast,
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their youth appeares by its blume:
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Then drink and sing etc.
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Old Bacchus tends
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To welcome all our friends
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to tast his sparkling Necter he invites,
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All Heroys bold,
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Which scorne to be controld,
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the Queen of love our sences she delights,
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Then drink your fill
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See how the lusty hogs-heads lye a bleeding still,
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Come brave gallants here's to you all,
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To be true and faithfull I doe you install,
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Your silk stockings must touch the bare ground,
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This cup of Canary it shall passe quite round,
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we shall rejoyce, when as our hearts choyce,
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Doth weare the Crownet of fame,
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Knights, Lords and Earles will honer rare Charles
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The second of that Royall name:
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Then drink and sing,
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God blesse the true Nobility the twelve bels ring.
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The second part to the same tune.
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THough clouds and stormes,
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Doe give us these allarm's.
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and hides the glory of Apollos face,
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They vanquish shall
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And dissolve before us all,
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these royall heires the Palace for to grace:
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Then drink your fill,
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See how the lusty hogs-heads lyes a deeding still,
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Fierse Belona beats up her drums,
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Mars with his army couragiously comes,
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All the planets Jointly agree,
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to set us in order as we ought to be:
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Neptune at sea on waves he doth play,
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and takes a turne at the helme,
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Hoisesing up saile, they meane to prevaile,
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and land safe into this Realme:
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Then drink and sing,
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God blesse the true Nobility the twelve bels ring.
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The Fatherless
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Are left in deep distress,
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it us behooves the Widdow to deplore,
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Oh factious crew,
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Falsehearted and untrue,
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whose stained hands doth fill our land with gore
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Come drink your fill,
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See how the lusty hogs-heads lyes a bleeding still,
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If the loud wind doe gently blow,
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And we were deprived of sorrow and woe,
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Dukes and Ladyes masking may have,
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Being sumptuously decked with ornaments brave,
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the Court may flourish, so will our land,
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And all things plenty will be,
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then faith and truth will goe hand in hand,
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This troubled Kingdom to free:
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Lets drink and sing, etc.
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When as the Throne,
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Is garnisht with its own
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the Citizens shall no imployment lack,
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All Joviall blades.
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May flourish with their traides,
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The Conduits they shall run amain with sack,
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Come drink your fill,
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See how ths lusty hogs-heads lyes a bleeding still,
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All the gentry worthily born.
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Will cause stately ringing at Charles's returne,
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Bonefires flaming in its array,
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Shall make glooming midnight as bright as the day
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the Lambs shall play, and trip or the plaines,
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Beggers and Criple will dance,
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the Shepheads will pipe like rurall swaines,
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The honour of one to advance,
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Then drink and sing,
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God blesse the true Nobility the twelve bels doe ring.
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