Brixham 1688.

All hail to William is what the people seemed to shout.
Don’t kill my kids is what they thought without a doubt.

Your ships are grand and flags are high,
Our mountains wide within your sight.

King James defeated, Orange raised it’s flag.
A bright sun shining over rainy Engly land.

Please don’t kill my wife mister king,
Please don’t make me lonely.
My twelve kids will serve you right, mister king,
But please don’t make me lonely.

She raised them all and more of that.
My wits are trusting you as judge.
They need a loving tender breast,
And so do I without protest.

Her warm and loving smile is my defence,
She’ll give you glory on my demand.
My England’s gone on your behalf,
But she’ll be gorgeous in your staff.

Please don’t kill my wife mister king,
Please don’t make me lonely.
My twelve kids will serve you right, mister king,
But please don’t make me lonely.

Your ships are gone, your power faded,
And all that’s left is how they painted.
Prince William, king is now your offspring,
But paintings still remind of offering.

Please don’t kill my wife mister king,
Please don’t make me lonely.
My twelve kids will serve you right, mister king,
But please don’t make me lonely.


Thanks to the painting on my wall.