The Courageous Loyalists, Or, A Health to the Royal Family.  
To the Tune of, Rouse up Great Monarch.  

Drowned Melancholy  
in a Glass of Wine,  
We will be Jolly,  
let the Miser pine:  
Boys Drink about,  
we'll make the Tavern Roar,  
When the Bumper's out,  
we'll call again for more;  
It makes good Blood  
to run within our Veins,  
It puts Good Reason also  
in our Brains:  
He that will deny it,  
hanged let him be,  
Here's a Health to all  
the Royal Progeny.   

II.  
Boys we'll be merry  
whatsoever ensue,  
Drink Sack and Sherry  
till the Sky looks blue;  
Let the whigs lament,  
and whiningly complain,  
We with one consent,  
drink to the Royal Train:  
Heavens bless Great Charles,  
and the Duke of York,  
All the Lords and Earls,  
and every Royal Spark;  
Down with every Factious,  
flaming, whining Crew,  
Give them Rope and Hanging,  
since it is their due.   

III.  
Drawer bring us Wine,  
fill the other Bowl,  
Let us lose no time,  
for he's an honest Soul  
That doth love his Prince,  
and the ancient Laws,  
He is a man of sense,  
he shall have our applause:  
As for mighty Charles,  
his Renowned Name,  
Let it be Recorded  
in the Books of Fame:  
But he that will deny  
Allegiance to the King,  
Hang him let him die,  
and in a Halter swing:  
Brave Noble Zions,  
be you stout and true,  
Stand in Defiance  
of the Rabble Crew;  
They that designed  
our Laws to undermine,  
We will make them fly,  
like Chaff before the Wind:  
Those that did consent,  
yielding to allow,  
Those that did invent  
the Association Vow,  
To conceal their Treason,  
hang 'em let them swing,  
Here's a Health to Charles,  
the most Renowned King.   

V.  
Now sure the whigs,  
they will no more Rebel,  
Old Crumwels' Pigs  
that sucked up all the swell:  
Their hopes are drowned,  
as we plainly see,  
Some were confounded  
in their Villainy:  
Tommy he is fled,  
Tony he is Dead,  
Some of them was Hanged,  
others lost their Head:  
Catch in conclusion,  
paid them their Arrears,  
Since this Confusion  
how they hang their Ears!   

VI  
Then learn to bow,  
and in Obedience stand,  
To Ceasar now  
the Glory of the Land:  
None can convince,  
for what I speak is true,  
He is a Prince  
of love and pity too:  
Those that are Loyal,  
they are perfect free,  
There's no denial  
of their Liberty:  
Then true hearts be merry,  
make the Tavern Ring,  
Fling up your Caps,  
and cry,  
God Save the KING.