A new song. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B04579 of text R39779 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing N754A). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 3 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 B04579 18484618 Wing N754A Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.161.f.2[56] 99890558 ocm99890558 182446 2240909743

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. B04579) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 182446) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A3:5[58]) A new song. 1 sheet ([1] p.) : music. [s.n.], London, : Printed in the year MDCXCIII [1693] Verse: "Thanks to our good K- William ..." Printed in two columns. Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng William -- III, -- King of England, 1650-1702 -- Early works to 1800. Ballads, English -- 17th century. eebo A new song. Sung in the army in Flanders, to the tune of Oh, London is a fine town. anon 1693 1 316 0 0 0 20 0 0 6329.11 F The rate of 6329.11 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the F category of texts with 100 or more defects per 10,000 words. 2008-04 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-08 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2008-09 Sampled and proofread 2008-09 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
A NEW SONG THanks to our good K — William , Who looks so kindly to Us , He sends our Money all abroad For fear it should undoe us . Oh , Twenty Millions good , And Ten more must be paid ; Abroad we lose our English Bloud , And their Leaders were affraid . I mean not good Count Solmes , Nassau , nor Scravenmore ; For if there e'er were such Poltrones My Mother is a Whore : Nor the two new made Lords , Benting , nor Squab Athlone ; Nor yet our Cosin Zuylestein , For such were never known . Oh Twenty Millions good , &c. At Steinkirk they did sacrifice The bravest of our Men , And here he leaves his nasty Dutch To get us Heirs agen . Oh , Twenty Millions good , &c. You swearing Clergy all , Who grumbling pay your Mulct ; But if the Devil comes a shoar , You 'll sing Quicunque vult . Oh , Twenty Millions good , &c. The Members sell their Votes , And give away our Riches ; But when King James does come again They 'll all besh — t their Breeches . Oh , Twenty Millions good , &c. Four years you have been sitting , And all to mend our Laws ; But if you ha'nt your Pensions paid , You 'll turn your Yeas to Noes . Oh , Twenty Millions good , &c. God bless our King and Queen , And send them long to reign ; For if they e'er do Abdicate , We shall ne'er have the like again . Oh , Twenty Millions good , And Ten more must be paid ; Abroad we lose our English Blood , And their Leaders were affraid .

LONDON , Printed in the Year MDCXCIII .