The Pale and Purple[1] Rose,
That after cost so many Blows
When English Barons fought;
A Prize too dearly bought:
By the fam'd Worthies of that Shire,
Still best by Sword and Shield defended were.
And in each Tract of Glory since,
For their Lov'd Country and their Prince;
Princes that hate Rome's Slavery,
And join the Nations Right with their own Royalty,
None were more ready in distress to save,
None were more Loyal, none more Brave.
And now when the Renown'd Nassau
Came to restore our Liberty and Law,
The work so well perform'd and done,
They were the first begun;
They did no storms or threatenings fear,
Of Thunder in the grumbling Air,
Or any Revolutions near:
The Noble work large hopes of freedom told,
Freedom Inspir'd their minds and made 'em bold,
And gave them English Hearts like those of Old,
To welcome their Redeemer when he came,
Whose Vertue and whose Fame,
Made our long smother'd Joys burst into brighter flame.
So when the Glittering Queen of Night,
With black Eclipse is shadow'd o're,
The Globe that swells with sullen Pride,
Her dazling Charms to hide,
Does but a little time abide,
And then each Ray is brighter than before,
CHORUS of all.
Let Musick joyn in a Chorus Divine,
In praise of all, of all, of all,
That Celebrate, that Celebrate,
This Glorious Festival.
Sound Trumpets sound, beat every Drum,
Till it be known through Christendom;
- ↑ The Houses
of York, and
Lancaster.
