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The Papists Exaltation, on His Highness the Prince of Orange, His Arrival in London.
Now, now, the Prince is come to Town,
The Nations Dread and Hope;
Who will support the Church and Throne,
Against the Turk and Pope.
The Folks are fled that were the Head,
The prop of Popery,
If all be true as it's said:
Then hey Boys up go we.
The Nations Dread and Hope;
Who will support the Church and Throne,
Against the Turk and Pope.
The Folks are fled that were the Head,
The prop of Popery,
If all be true as it's said:
Then hey Boys up go we.
The Queen with her Adopted Heir,
Is on her way to Rome;
And all Undone, has left us here,
To end the Dance at home:
The Holy Fathers too are flown,
Saint Petre Gregory,
And if our Cause should once go down,
Then hey Boys up go we.
Is on her way to Rome;
And all Undone, has left us here,
To end the Dance at home:
The Holy Fathers too are flown,
Saint Petre Gregory,
And if our Cause should once go down,
Then hey Boys up go we.
Sk---, Sh---, fled for fear,
Have render'd up the Keys;
And now our Magazine of War
Is made the seat of Peace.
The Chancellor is in the Power,
A woful sight to see;
And when he by the Head is lower,
Then hey Boys up go we.
Have render'd up the Keys;
And now our Magazine of War
Is made the seat of Peace.
The Chancellor is in the Power,
A woful sight to see;
And when he by the Head is lower,
Then hey Boys up go we.
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Lord A---l and B---s,
With P---s are withdrawn;
The VVorld had not such Braves as these
To guard the Popish throne.
VVhen P--- turn'd of late,
VVith brawny S---
Their haughty Necks submit to Fate,
Then hey Boys up go we.
With P---s are withdrawn;
The VVorld had not such Braves as these
To guard the Popish throne.
VVhen P--- turn'd of late,
VVith brawny S---
Their haughty Necks submit to Fate,
Then hey Boys up go we.
Poulton is in Newgate fast,
And some say Father Petre;
If they at Tyburn Swing at last,
VVho can die Martyrs greater;
VVhen Father Ellis is withdrawn,
VVho was so bold and free,
And Conquest for his Tongue is flown,
Then hey Boys up go we.
And some say Father Petre;
If they at Tyburn Swing at last,
VVho can die Martyrs greater;
VVhen Father Ellis is withdrawn,
VVho was so bold and free,
And Conquest for his Tongue is flown,
Then hey Boys up go we.
The Orange grafted in White-hall,
And Lucas in the Tower;
The Fathers fled both great and small,
'Tis time that we should scowre.
The Rabble they have eas'd the Town
Of Priests and Popery;
VVhen once they pull the Chappels down,
Then hey Boys up go we.
And Lucas in the Tower;
The Fathers fled both great and small,
'Tis time that we should scowre.
The Rabble they have eas'd the Town
Of Priests and Popery;
VVhen once they pull the Chappels down,
Then hey Boys up go we.
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