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JACOBITE SONGS. 347
We care not for France or for Spain,
For none are so happy as we.
Now Tories may walk in the streets,
None to the contrary do say ;
And if that a Whig we do meet,
The Whig goes another wa}'.
But, as is an usual thing,
If one Tory another do see.
They go straight to the tavern and sing
There's none so happy as we.
Such strange alterations we've seen
In Britain within these few years ;
There late such a tumult hath been,
Caus'd loyalists shed many tears :
But now it is past and quite gone,
I hope no more riots to see ;
We've no cause ourselves to bemoan,
For none are so happy as we.
Great Britain's blest monarch shall reign.
Not fearing for to be snpprest
By the fury of Spaniard or Dane,
But undoubtedly now shall be blest.
If domestic tumults all cease,
And plots discover'd all be,
Brave Englishmen may then sing in peace.
There's none so happy as we.
Great York was despis'd by the rabble.
Though he's a matchless brave prince,
While all did praise Perkin, that bauble.
That puny in common sense :
But now they are quell'd, and do say,
" We'll practice no disloyalty ; "
And now the Whigs hang themselves may.
Whilst none live so happy as we.
Some rebels were still left behind,
Who fear'd neither justice nor laws.
But strove themselves to entwine
In the d d pernicious Old Cause :
But now they are all fled away,
And they most unhappy now be ;
Then surely we've great cause to say
There's none so happy as we.