The PROTESTANTS SA-
TISFACTION, The Joy and
Glory of Hampton Court by the Birth
of a young Prince born of her
Royal Highness the Princess ANNE
of DENMARK, on the 24th of this
instant Julie to the universal Joy
of the whole Kingdom.
To the Tune of The Protestant Boies
shall carrie the daie.
Licenced and entered according to Order.
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PRotestants now your glory proclaim,
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see what the Hand of Heaven has done.
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Valiant Prince George of honour and Fame,
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now does enjoy a Royal young Son.
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Who in time may sway the Scepter,
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and like the Prince pull Popery down:
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Let Rome and her Faction be all in distraction
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while we have an Heir to the Royal Crown.
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This happy News no sooner was known,
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but all true hearts were pleasant and free,
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From the great King that sits on the Throne,
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to the Protestant Nobility;
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All the Comons were well pleased,
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nothing but Joy was seen in the Town,
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Let Rome, etc.
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Long may he live to flourish and Reign,
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every rrue Soul does heartily pray,
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Protestant Subjects Rights to maintain,
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and the most Royal Scepter to sway
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That the Romans may be rooted
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out of the Court, City and Town
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Let Rome and her Faction be all in distraction
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while we have an Heir to the Royal Crown
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Joy thrice to the Renown'd Prince George
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and his dear Lady in her sweet Son,
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Heaven in them is pleased to enlarge
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the Royal Race for Ages to come,
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May the Kingdom now be Joyfull,
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and all Papists lowre and frown,
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Let them and their Faction, etc.
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The Four and twenty day of July,
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it was the day of his Royal birth;
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Nobles of true integrity
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honoured the same with Triumph and mirth,
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Bels were ringing, Trumpets sounding,
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Protestants laugh'd, though Papists did frown
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Let them and their. etc.
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Protestant peers that day to adorn,
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Guiney's let fly in Plentifull sort:
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The Royal Babe no sooner was born
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but his good health was drunk at Court,
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Then through famous London City,
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many healths went merrily round,
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Let Rome, etc.
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While speedy fame was Posting on wing
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for to convoy the Tidings all o'er,
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Loyal Huzza's through London did ring,
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ay and the loud mouth'd Cannons did roar,
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From the Wharfs like Claps of Thunder,
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the which did eccho through the Town,
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But Rome. etc.
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To King and Queen full bumpers went round,
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who do's the Rights of Britain maintain,
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May he the Romish Rebels confound,
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that they may have a prosperous Reign,
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Then Prince George with his sweet Lady,
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and the young Babe of Royal renown.
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But Rome. etc.
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God bless Prince George with the Princess Anne,
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and likewise the young sweet Protestant Heir,
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Every loyal true hearted man,
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ever be found to make that his Prayer;
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That the Church and State may flourish,
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I and in fine pull poperie down,
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And Rome and her Faction be all in distraction.
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while we have an Heir to the Royal Crown.
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