Great York has been debar’d of late
From Court by some accursed fate;
But ere long, we do not fear,
We shall have him, have him here,
We shall have him, have him here.
The makers of the plot we see,
By damn’d old Tony’s treachery,
How they would have brought it about,
To have given great York the rout,
To have given, etc.
God preserve our gracious King,
And safe tydings to us bring,
Defend us from the sham black box, [114]
And all damn’d fanatick plots,
And all damn’d, etc.
Here Charles’s health I drink to thee,
And with him all prosperity;
God grant that he long time may reign,
To bring us home great York again,
To bring us home, etc.
That he, in spight of all his foes
Who loyalty and laws oppose,
May long remain in health and peace,
Whilst plots and plotters all shall cease,
Whilst plots, etc.
Let Whigs go down to Erebus,
And not stay here to trouble us
With noisy cant and needless fear,
Of ills to come they know not where,
Of ills to come, etc.
When our chief trouble they create,
For plain we see what they’d be at;
Could they but push great York once down
They’d next attempt to snatch the crown,
They’d next attempt, etc.
But Heaven preserve our gracious King,
May all good subjects loudly sing;
And Royal James preserve likewise,
From such as do against him rise,
From such as do, etc.
Then come, again fill round our glass,
And, loyal Tories, less it pass,
Fill up, fill up unto the brim,
And let each boule with necture swim,
And let each boule, etc.
Though cloakmen, that seem much precise,
’Gainst wine exclaim with turn’d-up eyes;
Yet in a corner they’l be drunk,
With drinking healths unto the Rump,
With drinking, etc.