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An Anthem on the 30th of January, 1696.

There was a King of Scottish Race,
A Man of muckle Might a,
Was never seen in Battels great,
But greatly he would Sh---a;
This King begot another King,
Which made the Nation sad a,
Was of the same Religion,
An Atheist, like his Dad a:
This Monarch wore a picked Beard,
And seem'd a doughty Heroe,
As Dioclesian Innocent, and as Merciful as Nero.
The Church's darling Implement,
But Scourge of all the People;
He swore he'd make each Mother's Son
Adore their Idol Steeple:
But they perceiving his Designs,
Grew plaguy shy and jealous,
And timely chopt his Calves-Head off,
And sent him to his Fellows.
Old Rowly did succeed his Dad,
Such a King was never seen a,
He'd lie with ev'ry nasty Drab,
But seldom with his Queen a.
Restless and hot he roll'd about
The Town, from Whore to Whore a,
A merry Monarch as e'er liv'd,
Yet scandalous and poor a.
His Dogs at Council-Board, would sit
Like Judges in their Furs a;
'Twas hard to say which had most Wit,
The Monarch, or his Curs a.
At last he dy'd, we know not how,
But most think by his Brother;
His Soul to Royal Tophes went,
To see his Dad and Mother.
The furious James usurp'd the Throne,
To pull Religion down a;
But by his Wife and Priest undone,
He quickly lost his Crown a.
To France the wand'ring Monarch's trudg'd,
In hopes Relief to find a,
Which he is like to have from thence,
Ev'n when the D---'s blind a.
Oh! how should we rejoyce and pray,
And never cease to sing a,
If Bishops too were chas'd away,
And banish'd with their King a:
Then Peace and Plenty would ensue;
Our Bellies would be full a,
The enliven'd Isle would laugh and smile,
As in the Days of Noll a.