A New SONG. ON King William & Queen Mary.  
To the Tune of, Joy to great Caesar. Licenced according to Order.  
 

First Strain.  
LET Crowns, Fame and Treasure,  
Love and Joy without Measure,  
Still attend our great Caesar,  
Let Jove take a Pleasure,  
To quaff Divine Nectar,  
And Drink his Duration  
Like a boon jolly Hector,  
To the God of our Nation.   

Second Strain.  
Try chance,  
Let's advance,  
Bid defiance  
To all France.  
Let Kettle Drums and Trumpets sound,  
Let ev'ry Man stand his ground,  
Till with Laurels Crowned,  
And Courageously make  
The Monsieur Quake,  
His Fistula ache  
Till he betake  
To flight for the sake  
Of his last stake.   

Third Strain.  
Let Patriots guard the Throne,  
Let Papists all go down,  
Let Perkins meet the Fate  
For to be owned a Cheat,  
Let Jefferies have his Dream  
For swimming with the stream,  
Let Father Peter's swing  
With the Nuncio in a string,  
Let Gods made of poor Bread  
No more be worshipped,  
But every Popish Peer  
That goes Ambassador  
To Rome forfeit his Head  
For such a Traitorous Deed,  
And all the Lands he owns  
To satisfy the Crown,  
The Expenses on that Whore.   

Fourth Strain.  
Great Orange undaunted fears not their dam'd Treason,  
But with Godlike Patience would bring them to Reason,  
Till tired with their Plottings, like Jove with his Thunder,  
The Wretches he scatters and brings them all under.   

Fifth Strain.  
Then to the Queen le's render our praise,  
The glory of Britain and Honours bright Theme,  
The Envy and Hate  
Of Jesuits Pates,  
Whose cunning contrivances prove but a Dream.   

Sixth Strain.  
Let Gaudy Processions,  
And Lustful Confessions  
With James our late King in France ever stay,  
Let wit got with trial  
Now make us defyal,  
Those shamming pretences could once us betray.  
FINIS.    

LONDON, Printed for E. Hawkins. 1689.