Classic Poem

God save the King , that King that sav'd the Land;
When James your Martyr's Son, your Laws had shamm'd.
That sav'd your Babes , your Lands, Estates , and Wives ,
And your own Throats too from dispencing Knives .
When bloody Priests did expedite your doom,
And Castlemain in state was sent to Rome .
When plotting Ely felt His Master's Hate ,
And Sawcy Pen and Peters ruld the State.
'Twas then He sav'd us from those Beasts of Prey,
Then was The Time, And That without delay.
He spar'd no Toil , no Danger did He dread,
He came and saw His foes with Terrour fled
That Prince who never ran, can boldly Fight,
Deserves a Crown, he dares defend His right.
Lord! let His Foes be wrapt in slavish Fears,
And Storms of Terrour rattle in their ears;
Confound their Plots, and Projects that they do,
And if need be confound their Persons too.
But let His Days be long, His Fame increase,
Add to His Conduct many Victories,
Lord , keep Him safe fixt in his Subjects love,
And to his Crown below, add one above.
Heaven bless his Arms , preserve Him in his own,
And God and Angels , guard his Tent and Throne .