The KING'S HEALTH, set to Farrinel's Grounds.
In Six PARTS,
|
First Strain.
|
JOY to Great Caesar,
|
long Life, Love and Pleasure;
|
'tis a Health that Di-vine is,
|
fill the Bowl high as mine is;
|
let none fear a Fea-ver,
|
but take it off thus Boys;
|
let the King live fore-ver,
|
'tis no mat-ter for Us Boys
|
Second Strain.
|
TRy all the Loy-al,
|
De-fy all, give de-ni-al;
|
Sure none thinks the Glass too big here,
|
nor a-ny Prig here,
|
or sneaking Whig here,
|
of cripple Tony's crew,
|
that now looks blew,
|
his Heart akes too,
|
the Tap wo'nt do,
|
his Zeal so true,
|
and Projects new,
|
ill Fate does now pur--sue.
|
Third Strain
|
LEt Tories guard the King,
|
let Whigs in Halters swing;
|
let Pilk and Sh-- be sham'd,
|
let Bugg'ring O-- be damn'd,
|
let cheating Pl-- be nick'd,
|
the turn-coat Scribe be kick'd;
|
let Re--bel Ci--ty Dons
|
ne--ver be--get their Sons;
|
let ev'--ry Whiggish Peer
|
that Rapes a La--dy fair,
|
and leaves his on-ly Dear
|
the Sheets to gnaw & tear,
|
be punish'd out of hand,
|
and forc'd to pawn his Land
|
t'attone the grand Affair
|
Fourth Strain
|
GReat Charles, like Je-hovah,
|
spares Foes would un-King him,
|
and warms with his Graces
|
the Vi-pers that sting him;
|
'till crown'd with just An-ger
|
the Rebels he seizes:
|
Thus Heaven can Thunder
|
when e---ver it plea-ses.
|
Jigg.
|
THen to the DUKE fill, fill up the Glass,
|
the Son of our Martyr, be--lov'd of the KING:
|
Envy'd and Lov'd, yet Bless'd from a---bove,
|
Se-cur'd by an An-gel safe under his Wing.
|
Sixth Strain.
|
FAction and Folly,
|
and State Melancholy,
|
with Tony in Whigland
|
for ever shall dwell;
|
Let Wit, Wine, and Beauty,
|
then teach us our Duty,
|
for none e're can Love,
|
or be wise and Re---bel.
|
|
|
|
|
|