A New SONG. ON King William & Queen Mary.
To the Tune of, Joy to great Caesar. Licensed according to Order.
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First Strain.
LET Crowns, Fame and Treasure,
Love and Joy without Measure,
Still attend our great
Caesar,
Let
Jove take a Pleasure,
To quaff Divine Nectar,
And Drink his Duration
Like a boon jolly Hector,
To the God of our Nation.
Second Strain.
Try chance,
Let's advance,
Bid defiance
To all
France.
Let Kettle Drums and Trumpets sound,
Let e'ry Man stand his ground,
Till with Lawrels Crown'd,
And Couragiously make
The
Monsieur Quake,
His
Fistula ake
Till he betake
To flight for the sake
Of his last stake.
Third Strain.
Let Patriots guard the Throne,
Let Papists all go down,
Let
Perkins meet the Fate
For to be own'd a Cheat,
Let
Jefferies have his Dream
For swimming with the stream,
Let Father
Peters swing
With the
Nuncio in a string,
Let Gods made of poor Bread
No more be worshipped,
But every Popish Peer
That goes Embassadour
To
Rome forfeit his Head
For such a Traiterous Deed,
And all the Lands he owns
To satisfie the Crown,
The Expences on that Whore.
Fourth Strain.
Great
Orange undaunted fears not their dam'd Treason,
But with Godlike Patience would bring them to Reason,
Till tir'd with their Plottings, like
Jove with his Thunder,
The Wretches he scatters and brings them all under.
Fifth Strain.
Then to the Queen lets render our praise,
The glory of
Brittain and Honours bright Theam,
The Envy and Hate
Of Jesuits Pates,
Whose cunning contrivances prove but a Dream.
Sixth Strain.
Let Gaudy Processions,
And Lustful Confessions
With
James our late King in
France ever stay,
Let wit got with tryal
Now make us defyal,
Those shamming pretences could once us betray.
FINIS.