THE Granadiers Loyal Health.
A SONG.
The First Line of these Notes to be Sung Twice over.
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England's Glory now begins,
Under the best of Gracious Kings;
Ill Fates which many years have frown'd,
With smiling Conquest now hath Crown'd;
And put an end to all Dispute,
Against our Gracious King and Duke.
II.
The Royal Line for to inlarge,
For
Rupert we have got Prince
George;
Of Conduct and of Courage known,
To his Immortal praise alone;
We'l drink the Health e're we go hence,
Both to the King, the Duke, and Prince.
III.
We'l Front the Guards with Fire and Sword,
For to defend our Soveraign Lord;
Let flat-fac'd
Oats like
Sodom burn,
Mahomets Saint, and Christians scorn:
While Rebels here in Mourning lurk,
Because the
Christians Bang'd the
Turk.
IV.
Make ready
Links, take your right Foot
Out of the Stirrup, then fall! too't:
Recover your Muskets, Charge the Front
To'th Right and Left, there's Lives lies on't:
Blow your Matches, fire your Fuse,
We'l make the Rebels flye like
Jews.
V.
Hand your
Granadoes, let 'um flye,
Like Thunder flashes from the Sky;
Like Fire-drakes or some Blazing-Star,
Which are true Signets of sweet War:
We with our Hoboys, Gun, and Drum,
Shall make
Mars Harmony where we come.
VI.
Toth' God of Wine let's now descend,
Old
Bacchus that true Souldies Friend;
Where
Mars oft fails, he still Inspires,
Both Heart and Brain with War-like Fires:
Come brush about that smiling Bowl,
To
Albermarle and his great Soul.
VII.
Come Bowl about Boys, while we stay,
Two in a Hand to Loyal
Gay;
And Daring
Parker true and stout,
And
Hestings must not be left out:
Heroick Boys, when
Whiggs did Sway,
They fear'd not
Monmouth, Tom, and
Gray.
VIII.
Howard and
Sack field for the Crown,
They'l make our English
Turks come down,
And send 'em unto
Tecklets Gang,
There let 'em either Starve or Hang:
A score of Bumpers round the Board,
To Christians and Victorious Sword.
IX.
Hark! Hark! I hear the Drum
Beat Rad-dan, their Majesties come;
Wind up your
Bottoms, clear the
Bar,
See what's the Reckoning in the
Star:
Whilst
Whiggs Designs are all debar'd,
Come Fellow-Souldiers to the GUARD.
FINIS.
Printed for J. Dean, in Cranborn- Street, in Leicester-Fields near Newport- House, 1683.