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R210710 GOD prosper long our noble King, / Our Hopes and Wishes all; Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 480407 The BELGICK BOAR. The BELGICK BOAR. The BELGIAN BOAR. 1695-1695

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GOD prosper long our noble King, Our Hopes and Wishes all; A fatal Landing late there did, In Devonshire befall. To drive our Monarch from his Throne, Prince Naso took his way: The Babe may rue thats newly born, The landing at Torbay. The stubborn Tarquin void of Grace, A Vow to Hell does make, To force his Father Abdicate, And then his Crown to take. And eke the Royal Infant-Prince, To seize or drive away; These Tidings to our Sovreign came, In Whitehall where he lay. Who unconcernd at the Report, At first would not believe, That any of his Royal Race Such Mischiefs could conceive. Till Time which ripens all Things, did The Villany disclose; And of a Nephew and a Son Forgd out the worst of Foes. Who by Infernal Instinct led, A mighty Fleet prepares, His Fathers Kingdom to invade, And fill his Heart with Cares. Our Gracious King desires to know, What his Pretensions were, And how without his Leave, he durst Presume on Landing here. Declaring what was deemd amiss, Should soon amended be, And whatsoere should be desird, He would thereto agree. And for a speedy Parlament, He doth forthwith declare; The Surly Brute not minding this; Does to our Coast repair.
With several Thousand Belgick Boars, All chosen Rogues for spight, Joind with some Rebels who from hence And Justice had tane flight. Who armd with Malice & with Hopes, Soon threw themselves on Shoar; Crying, our Religion and our Laws They came for to restore. Then Declarations flew about As thick as any Hail, Which tho no Word was ere made good Did mightily prevail. We must be Papists or be Slaves, Was then the Genral Cry; But well do any thing to save our Darling Liberty. Well all join with a Foreign Prince, Against our Lawful King; For he from all our fancyd Fears, Deliverance doth bring. And if what he declares proves true, As who knows but it may; Were he the Devil of a Prince, Well rather him obey. Then our Allegiance lets cast off, James shall no longer guide us; And tho the French would bridle us, None but the Dutch shall ride us. And those who will not join with us, In this Design so brave, Their Houses well pull down or burn, And seize on what they have. These growing Evils to prevent, Our King his Force does bend; But amongst those he most did trust, He scarce had left one Friend. O how my very Heart does bleed, To think how basely they Who long had eaten Royal Bread Their Master did betray! And
And those to whom hed been most kind And greatest Favours shown, Appeard to be the very first Who sought him to Dethrone. O Compton! Langston! and the rest Who basely from him ran, Your Names for ever be accursd By evry English Man. Proud Tarquin he pursues his Game, And quickly makes it plain, He came not to redress our Wrongs, But Englands Crown to gain. And ore his Fathers mangled Fame, His Chariot proudly drives, Whilst he, Good Man, altho in vain, To pacifie him strives. But he ingrateful! woud not hear His Offers tho so kind, But causd the noble Messenger Forthwith to be confind. He brings his Nasty Croaking Crew Unto his Fathers Gate, Dismist his own, makes them his Guard, Oh dismal turn of Fate! Also at Midnight drives him thence, O horrid impious thing! Were such Affronts ere offerd to A Father and a King! A King so Great! so Good! so Just! So Merciful to all! His Vertue was his only Fault. And that which causd his Fall. Who now is forcd his Life to save To fly his native Land, And leave his Scepter to be graspd By an ungracious Hand. Hells Journey-men are streight convend Who rob God of his Powr, Set up themselves a Stork-like King, the Subjects to devour. And to secure his Lawless Throne, Now give him all we have, And make each Free-born English Heart Become a Belgick Slave.
The Bar, the Pulpit, and the Press Nefariously combine, To cry up an usurped Powr, And stamp it right Divine. Our Loyalty we must melt down, And have it coind anew, For what was current hereofore, Will now no longer do. Our Fetters we our Selves put on, Our Selves, our Selves do bubble; Our Conscience a meer Pack-horse make Which now must carry double. O England! when to future Times Thy Story shall be known How will they blush to think what Crimes Their Ancestors have done. But after all, what have we got By this our dear-bought King? Why that our Scandal and Reproach Throughout the World does ring. That our Religion, Liberties, And Laws we held so dear, Are more invaded since this Change Than ever yet they were. Our Coffers draind, our Coin impaird, That little that remains; Our Persons seizd, nay Thoughts arraignd, Our Freedom now is Chains. Our Traffick ruind, Shipping lost, Our Traders most undone; Our bravest Heroes sacrificd, Our ancient Glory gone. A Fatal Costly War entaild, On this unhappy Isle; Unless above what we deserve, Kind Heaven at last does smile. And bring our injurd Monarch Home, And place Him on his Throne; And to Confusion bring his Foes Which God grant may be soon.
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