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Upon the Princes Birth.
Fair fall the Muses that in well-chim'd verse
Our Princes happy birth do sing,
I have a heart as full of joy as their's,
As full of duty to my King,
And thus I tell
How every bell
Did ring forth Englands merry glee,
The Bonefires too,
With much adoe.
It were great pity to belye her,
Made all the City seem one fire,
A joyful sight to see.
Our Princes happy birth do sing,
I have a heart as full of joy as their's,
As full of duty to my King,
And thus I tell
How every bell
Did ring forth Englands merry glee,
The Bonefires too,
With much adoe.
It were great pity to belye her,
Made all the City seem one fire,
A joyful sight to see.
The graver Citizens were foxt that day,
With beer and joy most soundly paid,
The Constables in duty reeld away,
And charged others them to aid:
To see how soon
Both Sun and Moon,
And the seven Stars forgotten be;
But when 'twas night
Their heads were light,
To which they did exalt their horn,
Because a Prince of Wales was born:
A joyful &c.
With beer and joy most soundly paid,
The Constables in duty reeld away,
And charged others them to aid:
To see how soon
Both Sun and Moon,
And the seven Stars forgotten be;
But when 'twas night
Their heads were light,
To which they did exalt their horn,
Because a Prince of Wales was born:
A joyful &c.
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The Dutch-men having drunk so much before,
Could not so well expresse their joy:
The French condemn'd not to be sober more,
Drank healths unto the Royal Boy,
In their own wine,
Neat, brisk, and fine:
The valiant Irish, Cram-a-Cree,
It pledged hath
In Usquebagh,
And being in this jovial vein,
They made a bogg even of their brain,
A joyful &c.
Could not so well expresse their joy:
The French condemn'd not to be sober more,
Drank healths unto the Royal Boy,
In their own wine,
Neat, brisk, and fine:
The valiant Irish, Cram-a-Cree,
It pledged hath
In Usquebagh,
And being in this jovial vein,
They made a bogg even of their brain,
A joyful &c.
The Welsh for joy her Cosin Prince was born,
Was mean to change S. Tavie's day,
Swearing no leeks was be hereafter worn
But on the twenty nine of May:
None so merry
Drinking Perry,
And Metheglin on their knee;
Was every man
A Trojan than;
Thus arm'd the Tivel her defie,
And dare tell Beelzebub her lie.
A joyful &c.
Was mean to change S. Tavie's day,
Swearing no leeks was be hereafter worn
But on the twenty nine of May:
None so merry
Drinking Perry,
And Metheglin on their knee;
Was every man
A Trojan than;
Thus arm'd the Tivel her defie,
And dare tell Beelzebub her lie.
A joyful &c.
The Scots in bonny ale their joy did sing,
And wish'd the Royal Babe a man
That they might beg him but to be their King,
And let him rule 'em when he can:
The Spanjard made
A shrugg, and said
After my pipe, come follow me,
Canary Sack
Did go to wrack,
Some Marchants went to Malago,
Some drown'd in good old Charnico,
A joyful &c.
And wish'd the Royal Babe a man
That they might beg him but to be their King,
And let him rule 'em when he can:
The Spanjard made
A shrugg, and said
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Canary Sack
Did go to wrack,
Some Marchants went to Malago,
Some drown'd in good old Charnico,
A joyful &c.
And now let all good Subjects prayers ascend,
That heaven with milk would swel their brest
That nurse the babe, may Angels still attend
To rock him gently to his rest.
Let his glory
Raise a story
Worthy an immortal pen:
So Charles God blesse,
Our Queen no lesse,
And in conclusion of my Song,
I wish that man without a tongue
That will not say Amen.
That heaven with milk would swel their brest
That nurse the babe, may Angels still attend
To rock him gently to his rest.
Let his glory
Raise a story
Worthy an immortal pen:
So Charles God blesse,
Our Queen no lesse,
And in conclusion of my Song,
I wish that man without a tongue
That will not say Amen.
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