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<HEAD>The contented Subjects; Or, the Citizens Joy</HEAD>
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<Q><L><HI>No Power without God's Providence,</HI></L>
<L><HI>&s;hall ever last or &s;tand:</HI></L>
<L><HI>Then God pre&s;erve our Gracious Prince,</HI></L>
<L><HI>and Soveraign of this Land.</HI></L></Q>
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<OPENER>The Tune is, <HI>Now, now the Fight's done.</HI></OPENER>
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<L>NOw, now the time's come, Noble <HI>Prichard</HI> is cho&s;e,</L>
<L>In &s;pight of all People that would him oppo&s;e:</L>
<L>The King and His Subjects, I hope will agree,</L>
<L>That troubles and dangers, forgotten may be;</L>
<L><HI>Then now</HI> London <HI>Citizens merrily Sing,</HI></L>
<L><HI>God Ble&s;s Noble</HI> Prichard, <HI>and Pro&s;per our King.</HI></L>
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<L>The difference now, I hope is Compos'd,</L>
<L>And the confidence that in our <HI>Mayor</HI>'s Repos'd;</L>
<L>I do hope will be an&s;wer'd in every degree,</L>
<L>If &s;o, then no Subjects more happy than we:</L>
<L><HI>Then brave</HI> London <HI>Citizens merrily Sing,</HI></L>
<L><HI>God Ble&s;s Noble</HI> Prichard, <HI>and Pro&s;per the King.</HI></L>
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<L>Our Flouri&s;hing <HI>Monarch,</HI> who&s;e Fame doth abound,</L>
<L>The <HI>Defender of Faith,</HI> I do hope will be found:</L>
<L>Let the <HI>Turk</HI> and the <HI>Pope,</HI> both of him &s;tand in fear,</L>
<L>Who&s;e <HI>Prote&s;tant Principles,</HI> now are &s;o clear;</L>
<L><HI>That the brave</HI> London <HI>Citizens merrily Sing,</HI></L>
<L><HI>God Ble&s;s Noble</HI> Prichard, <HI>and Pro&s;per the King.</HI></L>
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<L>Do but mind how the Heavens upon us do &s;mile,</L>
<L>And the <HI>Pope</HI>'s expectations do clearly beguile:</L>
<L>To obliege Sinful Men, from their fault to refrain,</L>
<L>That in Heaven above, they with Saints may remain;</L>
<L><HI>Then Prote&s;tant Subjects be merry and Sing,</HI></L>
<L><HI>God Ble&s;s Noble</HI> Prichard, <HI>and Pro&s;per the King.</HI></L>
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<L>The Divi&s;ions of late, that did &s;trangely increa&s;e,</L>
<L>I hope will conclude in a Flouri&s;hing Peace;</L>
<L>And <HI>England</HI> be freed from the dangers and fears,</L>
<L>Which &s;eem'd for to threaten her &s;everal years:</L>
<L><HI>Then may Loyal Citizens merrily Sing,</HI></L>
<L><HI>God Ble&s;s Noble</HI> Prichard, <HI>and Pro&s;per the King.</HI></L>
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<L>And who can foretell what God's Love will be&s;tow</L>
<L>On us Sinful Men, who Inhabit below?</L>
<L>Since dayly we find that the Powers above,</L>
<L>Sends us dayly Symptomes of Mercy and Love:</L>
<L><HI>But let brave Loyal Citizens merrily Sing,</HI></L>
<L><HI>God Ble&s;s Noble</HI> Prichard, <HI>and Pro&s;per the King.</HI></L>
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<L>Thrice happy are Subjects, Yea, Ble&s;&s;ed are they</L>
<L>Who Honour their Prince, and God's Laws do obey:</L>
<L>Upon that Ble&s;t Land, will Providence flo<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="MURP" EXTENT="1 letter"></L>
<L>'Twere happy for <HI>England,</HI> if we could do &s;o;</L>
<L><HI>Yet London brave Citizens merrily Sing,</HI></L>
<L><HI>God Ble&s;s Noble</HI> Prichard, <HI>and Pro&s;per our King.</HI></L>
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<L>What Prince ever Reign'd in this <HI>I&s;land</HI> before,</L>
<L>More filled with Love, that hath Mercy in &s;tore?</L>
<L>That freely forgives many who do offend,</L>
<L>In hopes to find Mercy him&s;elf, in the end:</L>
<L><HI>Then brave</HI> London <HI>Citizens merrily Sing,</HI></L>
<L><HI>God Ble&s;s Noble</HI> Prichard, <HI>and Pro&s;per our King.</HI></L>
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<L>Then lift up your Souls both in Heart and in Voice,</L>
<L>Ble&s;s Heaven &s;o kind, for &s;o happy a Choice;</L>
<L>As lately was made, to the Peoples content,</L>
<L>Of which I do hope they will never repent:</L>
<L><HI>While the brave</HI> London <HI>Citizens merrily Sing,</HI></L>
<L><HI>God Ble&s;s Noble</HI> Prichard, <HI>and Pro&s;per the King.</HI></L>
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<L>You brave <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> Subjects, that Honour your Prince,</L>
<L>Take pattern by me, and let rea&s;on Convince:</L>
<L>That our King doth endeavour this Land to Advance,</L>
<L>And not keep you like the Poor Serviles in <HI>France;</HI></L>
<L><HI>Then let</HI> London <HI>Citizens merrily Sing,</HI></L>
<L><HI>God Ble&s;s Noble</HI> Prichard, <HI>and Pro&s;per the King.</HI></L>
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<L>Of <HI>Whigs</HI> and of <HI>Torys,</HI> we hear &s;hall no more,</L>
<L>The&s;e Names of di&s;tinctions did trouble &s;ome &s;ore:</L>
<L>But &s;ince God and the King, to <HI>England</HI> are friends,</L>
<L>Know, where &s;trife among&s;t Subjects &s;o &s;trangely de|pends,</L>
<L><HI>The Citizens then very faintly will Sing,</HI></L>
<L><HI>But God Ble&s;s the Mayor, and Pro&s;per the King.</HI></L>
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<L>Do but mind with what joy this Mayor was receiv'd,</L>
<L>'Twould make you admire, 'tis by &s;ome not believ'd:</L>
<L>But 'tis certainly &s;ure, give but Credit to me,</L>
<L>That goes not by Here-&s;ay; but this I did &s;ee:</L>
<L><HI>Then</HI> London <HI>brave Citizens merrily Sing,</HI></L>
<L><HI>God Ble&s;s Noble</HI> Prichard, <HI>and Pro&s;per the King.</HI></L>
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<P>Printed for <HI>P. Brooksby,</HI> in <HI>We&s;t-&s;mithfield.</HI></P>
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