LET Protestants freely allow | |
| Their spirits a happy good cheer, | |
| The Eleventh of April now, | |
| Has proved the best day in the year: | |
| Brave boys let us merrily sing, | 5 |
| Whilst smiling full bumpers go round, | |
| Here’s joyful good tidings I bring, | |
| King William and Mary is crowned. | |
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| That power that blest the design, | |
| Afford them a prosperous reign, | 10 |
| We ne’er shall have cause to repine, | |
| Our liberties they will maintain: | |
| Some villains that would us destroy, | |
| In strong iron fetters lie bound, | |
| Whilst we are transported with joy, | 15 |
| That William and Mary is crowned. * * * * * | |
| They’ll root out the relics of Rome, | |
| And make this a flourishing isle. | |
| And truth in its glory shall bloom, | |
| Which Romans did envy a while: | 20 |
| The Mass and the Rosary too, | |
| Was all but a mere empty sound, | |
| The Papists look pitiful blue, | |
| Now William and Mary is crowned. | |
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| But every Protestant soul, | 25 |
| Was sensible of their relief, | |
| Therefore in a full flowing bowl, | |
| They drown all the relics of grief: | |
| And drink their good Majesties’ health, | |
| With reverend knees to the ground, | 30 |
| And wishing them honour and wealth | |
| Who is with a diadem crowned. | |
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| We’ll tender our lives at his feet, | |
| Who stood for the Protestant cause, | |
| And made the proud Romans retreat, | 35 |
| Defending religion and laws: | |
| We’ll conquer or fight till we die, | |
| To make our monarch renowned, | |
| Now thanks to Heaven on high, | |
| That William and Mary is crowned. | 40 |
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