Poor Phraser

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THE GLORIOUS REVOLUTION OF SIXTEEN HATEY HATE



William of Orange was married to Mary

Mary, a daughter of James the Second

When things in England began to get hairy

A hostile take-over for the crown beckoned

James the Second was Catholic, you see

And that wasn’t on for a British king

He wanted rights equal for christians R.C.

And that got the Protestants all panicking
 



The MPs in Parliament couldn’t agree

Some wanted James out or at least to stand down

But stopping a king isn’t very easy

One can’t simply walk up and knock off his crown

To replace the king, everything should be legal

Or if it’s not legal then you do it with might

Mary, his daughter was appropriately regal

And William, her hubby, was good in a fight
 



So a request was sent, to Holland, asking

Will and Mary to help England depose

James, and take over as queen and as king

to settle the unrest that constantly grows

William of Orange came with his army

James rallied his troops but few heard the call

The Protestant Lords drove the king barmy

By not turning up, so James took a fall
 



James ran to France to first save his own neck

Then raise an army to take back his throne

But as it took time, his chances became wrecked

And James was beginning to look quite alone

The fact that James ran, said the spin doctors

Is proof of the king’s dereliction of duty

His leaving’s a sign of how the king mocked us

So let’s give the crown to Will and his beauty
 



The Proddy majority seemed to accept this

As the legal and rightful and perfect solution

And ‘cos this coup d’etat was rather bloodless

It took on the name: “Glorious Revolution”

But it was bloodless in England only, this story

In Ireland and Scotland it’s much more bloody

To silence the Catholics, King Billy got gory

With many tortured and slain, as you’d see if you study
 
 

The Irish oppression and the Jacobite killing

aimed to stop support for James the Second

If everyone’s dead then there’s no one left willing

To fight for old James, or so William reckoned

And it worked very well, in the time of King Will

No more revolutions fought on British soil

But the scars remain fresh, there’s resentment there still

In Ireland there’s still hate for that Orange Royal

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