A New SONG.

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R39779 1 NONE [unknown] THanks to our good K--- William, / Who looks so kindly to Us, Oh, Twenty Millions good, / And Ten more must be paid; / Abroad we lose our English Bloud, / And their Leaders were affraid. Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 56 A New SONG. A New SONG. ?-?

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THanks to our good K--- William, Who looks so kindly to Us, He sends our Money all abroad For fear it should undoe us. Oh, Twenty Millions good, And Ten more must be paid; Abroad we lose our English Bloud, And their Leaders were affraid. I mean not good Count Solmes, Nassau, nor Scravenmore; For if there e'er were such Poltrones My Mother is a Whore: Nor the two new made Lords, Benting, nor Squab Athlone; Nor yet our Cosin Zuylestein, For such were never known. Oh Twenty Millions good, etc. At Steinkirk they did sacrifice The bravest of our Men, And here he leaves his nasty Dutch To get us Heirs agen. Oh, Twenty Millions good, etc.

You swearing Clergy all, Who grumbling pay your Mulct; But if the Devil comes a shoar, You'll sing Quicunque vult. Oh, Twenty Millions good, etc. The Members sell their Votes, And give away our Riches; But when King James does come again They'll all besh--t their Breeches. Oh, Twenty Millions good, etc. Four years you have been sitting, And all to mend our Laws; But if you ha'nt your Pensions paid, You'll turn your Yeas to Noes. Oh, Twenty Millions good, etc. God bless our King and Queen, And send them long to reign; For if they e'er do Abdicate, We shall ne'er have the like again. Oh, Twenty Millions good, And Ten more must be paid; Abroad we lose our English Blood, And their Leaders were affraid.

LONDON, Printed in the Year MDCXCIII.