The PROTESTANTS Joy;
OR,
An Excellent New Song on the Glorious Coronation of King William and Queen Mary,
which in much Triumph was Celebrated at Westminster on the 11th. of this instant April.
Tune of, Grim King of the Ghosts: Or, Hail to the Mirtle Shades.
Licensed according to Order.
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LEt Protestants freely allow
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their Spirits a happy good chear,
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Th' Eleventh of April now,
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has prov'd the best day in the year:
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Brave Boys let us merrily Sing,
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whilst smiling full Bumpers go round,
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Here's joyful good Tydings I bring,
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King William and Mary is Crown'd.
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That power that blest the design,
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afford them a prosperous Reign,
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We ne'r shall have cause to repine,
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our Liberties they will maintain:
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Some Villains that wou'd us destroy,
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in strong Iron Fetters lies bound,
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Whilst we are transported with Joy,
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that William and Mary is Crown'd.
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The Triumph all over the Land,
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did flye from the East to the West,
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At our great Monarchs command,
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true Loyalty shall be exprest:
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There's none shall our Freedom oppose,
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since we such a blessing have found,
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For now in the spight of our Foes,
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King William and Mary is Crown'd.
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The Nobles that sits at the Helm,
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who makes it their study and care,
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To settle the peace of the Realm,
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they did in their order repair,
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To wait on the numerous Train,
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which then did in splendor abound,
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And pray'd for a prosperous Reign,
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now William and Mary is Crown'd.
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Their Majesties true Dignity,
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all Protestants ever will own,
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It was by the Heavens decree,
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that they should be plac'd in the Throne:
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To govern with mercy and love,
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that peace in the Land may abound,
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O blest be the powers above,
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that William and Mary is Crown'd.
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They'll root out the Relicks of Rome,
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and make this a flourishing Isle,
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And truth in its glory shall bloom,
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which Romans did envy awhile;
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The Mass and the Rosary too,
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was all but a meer empty sound,
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The Papists look pittiful blew,
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now William and Mary is Crown'd.
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But every Protestant Soul,
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was sensible of their Relief,
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Therefore in a full flowing bowl,
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they drown all the relicks of grief,
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And drink their good Majesties health,
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with reverend knees to the ground,
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And wishing them honour and wealth,
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who is with a Diadem Crown'd.
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We'll tender our Lives at his feet,
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who stood for the Protestant Cause,
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And made the proud Romans retreat,
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defending Religion and Laws,
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We'll Conquer or fight till we dye,
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to make our Monarch Renown'd,
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Now thanks to Heavens on high,
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King William and Mary is Crown'd.
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