Jacobite Rebellion of 1745
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OUR KING ENJOY’S HIS OWN AGAIN

1. Whigs are now such precious things,
We see there's not one to be found;
All roar "God bless and save the king!"
And his health goes briskly all day round.
To the soldier, cap in hand, the sneaking rascals stand,
And would put in for honest men;
But the king he well knows his friends from his foes,
And now he enjoys his own again.

2. From this plot's first taking air,
Like lightning all the Whigs have run;
Nay, they've left their topping square,
To march off with your eldest son:
They've left their 'states and wives, to save their precious lives,
Yet who can blame their flying, when
'Twas plain to them all, the great and the small,
That the king would have his own again?

3. This may chance a warning be,
(If e'er the saints will warning take)
To leave off hatching villany,
Since they've seen their brother at the stake:
And more must mounted be (which God grant we may see).
Since juries now are honest men;
And the king lets them swing, with a hey ding a ding,
Great James enjoys his own again.

4. Since they have voted that his guards
A nuisance were, which now they find,
Since they stand between the king
And the treason that such dogs design'd;
'Tis they will you maul, though it cost them a fall,
In spight of your most mighty men;
For now they are alarm'd, and all loyalists well arm'd,
Since the king enjoys his own again.

5. To the king, come, bumpers round,
Let's drink, my boys, while life doth last:
He that at the core's not sound
Shall be kick'd out without a taste.
We'll fear no disgrace, but look traitors in the face,
Since we're case-harden'd honest men;
Which makes their crew mad, but us loyal hearts full glad,
That the king enjoys his own again.

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