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. In hopes that once more they shall tear Both Church and State, which is their prayer; But Heaven does yet protect the throne, Whilst Tyburn for such slaves does groan, Whilst Tyburn, etc. For now ’tis plain, most men abhor, What some so strongly voted for; Great York in favour does remain, In spight of all the Whiggish train, In spight of all, etc. And now the _Old Cause_ goes to wrack, Sedition mauger cloath in black Do greatly dread the triple tree, Whilst we rejoyce in loyalty, Whilst we rejoyce, etc. Then come, let’s take another round, And still in loyalty abound, And wish our King he long may reign To bring us home great York again, To bring us home great York again. THE ROYAL ADMIRAL. Miss Strickland quotes this ballad in her Lives of the Queens of England, and states that this was the first Jacobite song that was written and set to music. LET Titus {115} and Patience {116} stir up a commotion, Their plotting and swearing shall prosper no more; Now gallant old Jamie commands on the ocean, And mighty Charles keeps them in awe on the shore. Jamie the Valiant, the Champion Royal, His own and the monarchy’s rival withstood; The bane and the terror of those the disloyal, Who slew his loved father and thirst for his blood. York, the great admiral,—Ocean’s defender, The joy of our navy, the dread of its foes, The lawful successor,—what upstart pretender Shall dare, in our isle, the true heir to oppose? Jamie quelled the proud foe on the ocean, And rode the sole conqueror over the main; To this gallant hero let all pay devotion, For England her admiral sees him again. THE UNFORTUNATE WHIGS.