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The Court of England, or, The Preparation for the happy coronation of King William and Queen Mary
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1689
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Wing C6589; ESTC R43118
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The COURT of ENGLAND Or The Preparation for the Happy CORONATION of King WILLIAM and Queen MARY English-man COme Gallants let 's tender Those Hearts we surrender At the best Coronation of our Faith 's great Defender Now Glory shall Rule No more Popish Edge-tool Thanks Heav'n of a knave we 've at last made a Fool of a Iesuit Th' High-Commission-Court-Siâ—am Iess s Devil and Dam Once maul'd our poor Church with the Popes batt'ring Ram Run the great Sleeves of Lawn No more shall be drawn Into Nooses and Goals by the impudent Spawn of a Iesuit Who but they and their Crew Poor Iames could undo And lose him his Honour and Diadem too By Petres false measure Th' unfortunate Caesar Turn'd alas out a grazing like Nebuchadnezzar by the Iesuit With your Chancellor false Steward Romes Scholar so toward Your Castlemain Nuntio your Cardinal Howard You have out-done the shot Of your Gunpowder Plot And blown up the credulous Iames have ye not ye false Iesuit Our Freedoms and Charters Were the first of your Martyrs For Rome had begun to take up her headQuarters Her Vengeance to wreak All Faith we must break For Law Oaths Gospel are all Bonds too weak for a Iesuit With your sly false preambles For your dear Stakes and Shambles And goring 3 Kingdoms with the old Thorns and Brambles What Engines infernal In the Popish Diurnal Could fill the whole world with Treasons eternal but the Iesuit Taffy A Shesuit that Sheater Rogue Villain and Traytor By the flesh of her pones her Welsh plood rises at her Very fine Shentlefolks A Welsh Heir with a pox Was her get her a Prince in a Shugglers Box Cunning Shesuit Has her Forehâ—ad no blush on Such Proshects to push on As was raise her Welsh Heir to Three Crowns-from a Cushion To who splutternails Does her tell her sham Tales Has her none to put trick on but her Nation of Wales Roguy Shesuit Oh! to pay her old score Had her Son of a Whore On a Ladder as high as her own Penmenmour Was â—er once but truss'd up Till Her cut the Rope Her might hang there till doomsday her self her Pope for a Shesuit Sawny Tâ—e Pope that faw Turk â—o sleely at weerk With aw his faw Imps to pull down the Kirk Now the Mange our Scotch plague On that Scarlet Whore-Hag And Deel sole the wem the luggs and the crag of the Jesuit For â—â—d Jemmy's sad folly With Jaggy and Dolly I le dance a Scotch Iig for bonny WILLY and MOLLY With Jockey and Sawny Aw lads teugh and brawny Weese drub the faw face aw black blew tawny of the Jesuit Monsieur O Le Rogue English trick Dit de poor Catolick Shou'd be kick knock tump and run down to Old Nick. But begar de Vengeance Of my Ma'ter of France Sall lead English Heretick-dog a French Dance for de Iesuit Sall Lâ—wis sit still Vat foâ—l tink he will When old Ieme and he so long piss in a Quill No Bougre Garsoon With Monsieur Dagroon Begar we come o're and fight blood and woon for de Iesuit Dough Iemmy Monsier Pox taka Myn-heer Has losta de Crewn of de damn Angletere In Eerlâ—nd brave boy With Vive le Roy We crewn him agin a new Monarch dear-joy for de Iesuit Teague BVb a boo Bub oh hone The Broder of the son And de Shild of mee Moder de poor Teague undone Pull down Mass-house and Altar And burn Virgin Psalter And make hang upon Priest and no friend cut de Halter of poor Jesuit When Teague first came o're To de Engeland shore Wid 6 7 8 Tousand Irish Lads all and more Teague was promist good Fashion Great Estate in de Nation Wid all London in his pocket upon mee shaulwashion by de Jesuit But when de Bore Dutch Got Teague in his clutch Stead of make great estate Chreesknows what much Damn'd Heretick Dogue Made Teague a poor Rogue Turn'd him home to make starve wâ—dout shoe or broge for de Jesuit But I 'le beg Captains Plaash Of de sweet Eyes and Faash Of mee Dear-joy Tyrconnel his Majesties Graash And fight like a Hero By mee shaul a Mack-Nero Cut Troat for Shaint Patrick and sing Lilli burlero for de Jesuit Myn-heer HOld cut-weason Skellom And let Myn-heer tell ' om For Englond's great Hogâ— â— Lord Willem And the dear English-mons Their Church Laws and Londs Uâ—n Duch-londers fight with all hoarts honds 'gainst the Jesuit English-man SAy'st thou so Friend Myn-beer Then adieu to all fear France Ireland Pope Devil come all if you dare Come Lads let 's be jogging The French Ears want lagging And Teague and Tyrconnel's false Hide must have flogging for the Iesuit Whilst kind Dutch Tarpaulin With English-boys fall in And both our stout Navys proud Britain shall wall in No Pope shall destroy us Nor Monsieur annoy us With William and Marys blest Reign to o'rejoy us Farewel Iesuit Printed by A. M. for R. Mayhurst in Little Britain 1589 Licensâ—d and Enter'd according to Order