The Reward of Loyalty, Being a SONG of the times, advising every man to be faithful to God, Loyal to his King, and honest to his Neighbour, and not to meddle with State Affairs.  
To the Tune of Hark the Thundering Cannons Roar.  

I.  
LOyalty's a Noble thing,  
Service done unto a King,  
Honour, and Reward doth bring,  
And flies up to Promotion;  
Treason is a trick of State,  
Which the Devil makes a bait,  
To a proud aspiring Pait,  
To overturn a Nation.   

II.  
I never knew (since time began)  
An open Rogue, and great Trapan  
Turn a True, and Faithful Man  
To GOD, or yet be Loyal.  
He who to a KING that's brave  
Proves a false deceitful Knave  
Is Seditions simple Slave,  
Be true to JAMES the Royal.   

III.  
Newgate Traitor tell me now,  
What turns all thy Projects too?  
And Exploits thou thought to do  
Against the Lords Anointed,  
Rebels that the Nation hate  
Must submit to Divine Fate  
Which Ruleth both the Church & State,  
And runs as GOD appointed.   

IV.  
Ne'er was KING of more Renown,  
Then Great James that wears the Crown;  
Rebels Names he doth write down,  
Until he be at leisure.  
Loyalists he doth requite,  
Gratitude is his delight,  
But the Rascal Rout doth slight:  
He's just as was Old Caesar.   

V.  
When Hogan Mogan did disdain  
To take on Britain's Yoke again,  
He led the Fleet unto the Main,  
And bravely did behave him.  
When Brains and Bullets fled about,  
He proved himself both wise, and stout▪  
And cried, Let's have the other bout,  
We will both Fight and Slave them.   

VI  
He is the First Rate-Sovereign Blood,  
Laden with the Kingdoms good,  
Tossed betwixt the Wind and Flood,  
When providence ensureth▪  
Though the Church Religious Vail  
Were made Treasons highest Sail  
The hope of Hypocrites would fail,  
For Truth alone endureth.   

VII.  
Heap me a rousing Glass with Wine,  
Let no Man at this Health repine,  
To JAMES the great I'll drink off mine,  
He knows both Sword and Sceptre.  
Wen Madness did make Britain dance  
The Tragedy of base Mischance  
His Practice did his Parts enhance,  
And was complete still after.   

VIII.  
Honest Fellow live content,  
Kindly take what GOD hath sent,  
Think what way to pay thy Rent,  
And strive to fly no higher.  
He's a Fool (at any rate)  
Medl'th with Affairs of State;  
He'll repent when 'tis too late,  
And say that I'm no Lyar.   

IX.  
Fear the LORD, Honour the KING,  
Submit to Fate in (every thing)  
Do thy business and sing,  
And never think on sorrow.  
In private Eat thy Honey Comb,  
Kiss thy Wife when thou'rt at home;  
Never think on what may come,  
For none hath seen to Morrow.    

London, Printed for I H●zzey, 1685.