THE Granadiers Loyal Health.
A SONG.

The First Line of these Notes to be Sung Twice over.
[...]
OLd 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.

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