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<HEAD>The Oxford Health: OR, <HI>The Jovial Loyali&s;t:</HI> A New Song.</HEAD>
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<L><HI>We will be Loyal and Drink off our Wine,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Though <HI>Pope</HI> or <HI>Presbyter</HI> &s;hould both repine;</HI></L>
<L><HI>No State-affairs &s;hall e're turmoil our brain,</HI></L>
<L><HI>Let tho&s;e take care to whom they appertain:</HI></L>
<L><HI>We'l love our King, and wi&s;h him happy days,</HI></L>
<L><HI>And drink to all that dayly &s;peak his prai&s;e;</HI></L>
<L><HI>We'l Loyal prove, and evermore will be</HI></L>
<L><HI>With Plotter and their Plots at enmity.</HI></L>
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<OPENER>To the Tune of, On the Bank of a River: Or, Packington's Pound.</OPENER>
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<LG>
<L>HEre's a health to the King and his lawful Succe&s;&s;ors</L>
<L>To <HI>Tantivy Tories,</HI> and Loyal Addre&s;&s;ers;</L>
<L>No matter for tho&s;e that promoted Petitions,</L>
<L>To poy&s;on the Nation and &s;tir up Seditions:</L>
<L>Here's to the Queen and her Ladies of Honour,</L>
<L>A por take all them that put &s;ham-plots upon her:</L>
<L>Here's a health to the Duke and the Senate of <HI>Scotland,</HI></L>
<L>And to all Hone&s;t Men that from Bi&s;hops ne'r got land.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Here's a health to <HI>L'E&s;trange,</HI> and to boon <HI>Heraclitus,</HI></L>
<L>A fig for tho&s;e Whigs that for Papi&s;t indict us;</L>
<L>Not forgetting tho&s;e that continually &s;pight us,</L>
<L>For Loyalty &s;till to our King does unite us:</L>
<L>Here's a Health to our Church and to all that are for it,</L>
<L>A &s;hame take all Papi&s;ts and Whigs that abhor it;</L>
<L>Safe may &s;he be &s;till from the new ways of Refiners,</L>
<L>And Iu&s;tice be done to true prote&s;tant Ioyners.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Let all the contrivers of our La&s;t trouble,</L>
<L>Have their reward at la&s;t heap'd on them double;</L>
<L>Here's a health to the downfal of tho&s;e who&s;e devotion,</L>
<L>Does tend to nought el&s;e but to rai&s;e up commotion:</L>
<L>Come round let it go boys, let each drink his Bumper,</L>
<L>To all hone&s;t men that ne'r lov'd a Rumper:</L>
<L>The thirtieth of <HI>January</HI> let us remember,</L>
<L>And let it be joyn'd to the fifth of <HI>November.</HI></L>
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<LG>
<L>Here's a health to all Loyalli&s;ts, let us carrou&s;e it,</L>
<L>For why there is Wine to be had in the hou&s;e yet:</L>
<L>Here's to all tho&s;e who yet never &s;poke evil</L>
<L>Of Church or of State, but that &s;till have been civel:</L>
<L>Come let it go round boys, and fill up our Gla&s;&s;es,</L>
<L>We'l now be more merry than Whigs with their La&s;&s;es:</L>
<L>Let Hypocrites who dare in all things di&s;&s;emble,</L>
<L>And by changing &s;hapes the <HI>Camelion</HI> Re&s;emble,</L>
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<LG>
<L>With twenty wry faces, and all to di&s;gui&s;e 'em,</L>
<L>Yet from &s;edition none e're can advi&s;e 'em;</L>
<L>Here's to the Cenfu&s;ion of Plots and all Plotters,</L>
<L>And here's a good health to him that ne'r alters;</L>
<L>Come let it go round, and fill each man his brimmer,</L>
<L>For he's no good diver that fir&s;t en't a &s;wimmer;</L>
<L>And here's to our happine&s;s that we &s;ee dawning,</L>
<L>In &s;pight of the Plots that <HI>Geneva</HI> is &s;pawning.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>A fig for their policies, they &s;hall ne'r fright us,</L>
<L>Do all what they can they &s;hall never more bite us;</L>
<L>For <HI>Oliver</HI> now and old <HI>Brad&s;haw</HI> are rotten,</L>
<L>Tho' their cur&s;ed names &s;hall ne'r be forgotten:</L>
<L>Here's a Health to all Cavaliers that ne'r were turn-coats</L>
<L>We'l drink it in &s;pight of the Pope and his Cut-throats;</L>
<L>Drin &s;pight of tho&s;e Rebels that envy our ble&s;&s;ing,</L>
<L>Who once more our Land would &s;o fam be po&s;&s;e&s;&s;ing.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Here's a Health to the Burghers who &s;till in their choices</L>
<L>For eminent Loyali&s;ts do give their voices;</L>
<L>And will not be Byas'd whatever betide 'em,</L>
<L>Who fear no <HI>Whigg</HI>-Landlords who for it &s;hall chide 'em</L>
<L>To the Prince and the Prince&s;s of <HI>Orange</HI> come fill it,</L>
<L>To the brim let it flow, but beware how you &s;pill it:</L>
<L>Not forgetting the re&s;t of the Royal Branches.</L>
<L>We'l drink our brisk Wine till each his &s;our drenches.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Here's a health to all that expre&s;s their good meaning,</L>
<L>And hold to the end as they make their begining</L>
<L>Come fill it away Boys, and let us be merry,</L>
<L>We'l drink each his Bumper, and never be weary:</L>
<L>And no true Subject we'r &s;ure will deny it,</L>
<L>For this is the way that we always deny it;</L>
<L>Come fill it again to the ruin of the Rumpers,</L>
<L>I'le make no &s;cruple to turn off three Bumpers.</L>
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<LG>
<L>Then come all you Loyali&s;ts though the Whigs mutter,</L>
<L>And about nothing do make all this clutter:</L>
<L>In &s;pight of the Pope or <HI>Iack</HI> Presbyter either,</L>
<L>We will live merry, and will regard neither.</L>
<L>Although they <HI>Tory</HI> or <HI>Tantivy</HI> name us,</L>
<L>We care not a pin there's none hone&s;t will blame us:</L>
<L>We'l drink to the King and his Lawful Succe&s;&s;ors,</L>
<L>And to all tho&s;e that prove Loyal Addre&s;&s;ers.</L>
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<TRAILER>FINIS.</TRAILER>
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<P>Printed for <HI>P. Brooksby,</HI> at the Golden-Ball, near the <HI>Ho&s;|pital-gate,</HI> in <HI>We&s;t-&s;mithfield.</HI></P>
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