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The Belgick boar. A new song, to the old tune of Chevy-Chase.
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Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.8[26]
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The BELGICK BOAR. A New SONG to the Old Tune of Chevy-Chase GOD prosper long our noble King Our Hopes and Wishes all A fatal Landing late there did In Devonshire befall To drive our Monarch from his Throne Prince Naso took his way The Babe may rue that 's newly born The landing at Torbay The stubborn Tarquin void of Grace A Vow to Hell does make To force his Father Abdicate And then his Crown to take And eke the Royal Infant-Prince To seize or drive away These Tidings to our Sov'reign came In Whitehall where he lay Who unconcern'd at the Report At first would not believe That any of his Royal Race Such Mischiefs could conceive Till Time which ripens all Things did The Villany disclose And of a Nephew and a Son Forg'd out the worst of Foes Who by Infernal Instinct led A mighty Fleet prepares His Father's Kingdom to invade And fill his Heart with Cares Our Gracious King desires to know What his Pretensions were And how without his Leave he durst Presume on Landing here Declaring what was deem'd amiss Should soon amended be And whatsoe're should be desir'd He would thereto agree And for a speedy Parl'ament He doth forthwith declare The Surly Brute not minding this Does to our Coast repair With several Thousand Belgick Boars All chosen Rogues for spight Join'd with some Rebels who from hence And Justice had ta'ne flight Who arm'd with Malice with Hopes Soon threw themselves on Shoar Crying our Religion and our Laws They came for to restore Then Declarations flew about As thick as any Hail Which tho no Word was e're made good Did mightily prevail We must be Papists or be Slaves Was then the Gen'ral Cry But we 'll do any thing to save our Darling Liberty We 'll all join with a Foreign Prince Against our Lawful King For he from all our fancy'd Fears Deliverance doth bring And if what he declares proves true As who knows but it may Were he the Devil of a Prince We 'll rather him obey Then our Allegiance let 's cast off James shall no longer guide us And tho' the French would bridle us None but the Dutch shall ride us And those who will not join with us In this Design so brave Their Houses we 'll pull down or burn And seize on what they have These growing Evils to prevent Our King his Force does bend But amongst those he most did trust He scarce had left one Friend O how my very Heart does bleed To think how basely they Who long had eaten Royal Bread Their Master did betray And those to whom he 'd been most kind And greatest Favours shown Appear'd to be the very first Who sought him to Dethrone O Compton Langston and the rest Who basely from him ran Your Names for ever be accurs'd By ev'ry English Man Proud Tarquin he pursues his Game And quickly makes it plain He came not to redress our Wrongs But England's Crown to gain And o're his Father's mangled Fame His Chariot proudly drives Whilst he Good Man altho' in vain To pacifie him strives But he ingrateful wou'd not hear His Offers tho' so kind But caus'd the noble Messenger Forthwith to be confin'd He brings his Nasty Croaking Crew Unto his Father's Gate Dismist his own makes them his Guard Oh dismal turn of Fate so at Midnight drives him thence O horrid impious thing â—ere such Affronts e're offer'd to A Father and a King A King so Great so Good so Just So Merciful to all His Vertue was his only Fault And that which caus'd his Fall Who now is forc'd his Life to save To fly his native Land And leave his Scepter to be grasp'd By an ungracious Hand Hells Journey-men are streight conven'd Who rob God of his Pow'r Set up themselves a Stork-like King the Subjects to devour And to secure his Lawless Throne Now give him all we have And make each Free-born English Heart Become a Belgick Slave The Bar the Pulpit and the Press Nefariously combine To cry up an usurped Pow'r And stamp it right Divine Our Loyalty we must melt down And have it coin'd anew For what was current hereofore Will now no longer do Our Fetters we our Selves put on Our Selves our Selves do bubble Our Conscience a meer Pack-horse make Which now must carry double O England when to future Times Thy Story shall be known How will they blush to think what Crimes Their Ancestors have done But after all what have we got By this our dear-bought King Why that our Scandal and Reproach Throughout the World does ring That our Religion Liberties And Laws we held so dear Are more invaded since this Change Than ever yet they were Our Coffers drain'd our Coin impair'd That little that remains Our Persons seiz'd nay Thoughts arraign'd Our Freedom now is Chains Our Traffick ruin'd Shipping lost Our Traders most undone Our bravest Heroes sacrific'd Our ancient Glory gone A Fatal Costly War entail'd On this unhappy Isle Unless above what we deserve Kind Heaven at last does smile And bring our injur'd Monarch Home And place Him on his Throne And to Confusion bring his Foes Which God grant may be soon LONDON printed in the Year MDCXCV