A New Copy of Verſes,
Intituled
Englands Glory:
Or, the
Irish-Mans Lamentation.
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I.
Let every Iriſh Tory,
Take warning by my ſtory;
For now my Song it doth belong
To the Praiſe of Englands Glory.
Let every Iriſh Tory,
Take warning by my ſtory;
For now my Song it doth belong
To the Praiſe of Englands Glory.
II.
And now both Teague and Talbot,
For their Rebelion goes to pot,
Now Schomberg’s come they’re all undon,
What becomes of them I know not.
And now both Teague and Talbot,
For their Rebelion goes to pot,
Now Schomberg’s come they’re all undon,
What becomes of them I know not.
III.
For they ſunk both Boats and Barges,
With other needleſs Charges;
But Schomberg Great, has croſt their Fate,
By Landing at Carrickfergus.
For they ſunk both Boats and Barges,
With other needleſs Charges;
But Schomberg Great, has croſt their Fate,
By Landing at Carrickfergus.
IV.
While now the Game’s a Turning,
And the Bog-Trotters all a Mourning;
With Courage high, our Engliſh cry;
They ſhall pay for Towns Burning.
While now the Game’s a Turning,
And the Bog-Trotters all a Mourning;
With Courage high, our Engliſh cry;
They ſhall pay for Towns Burning.
V.
For our Army it Inlarges,
It will prove in vain, they’ll Charge us;
For they muſt yield, and looſe the Field,
As they did at Carrickfergus.
For our Army it Inlarges,
It will prove in vain, they’ll Charge us;
For they muſt yield, and looſe the Field,
As they did at Carrickfergus.
VI.
For we’ll pull down all their Alters,
And Burn their Virgins Pſalters;
Hub, Bub, bub, Bow, what can they doe,
To Eſcape the Hempen-Halter.
For we’ll pull down all their Alters,
And Burn their Virgins Pſalters;
Hub, Bub, bub, Bow, what can they doe,
To Eſcape the Hempen-Halter.
VII.
The Trumpet Tantaro Raro,
And Swore by Macknamaro,
That back they’d bring James their King,
With the Song of Lillibo Lero.
The Trumpet Tantaro Raro,
And Swore by Macknamaro,
That back they’d bring James their King,
With the Song of Lillibo Lero.
VIII.
They’d hear no Proclamations,
Through Talbots falſe Perſwaſions;
Which now they Curſe, with Empty Purſe,
There Coper Traſh Commiſſions.
They’d hear no Proclamations,
Through Talbots falſe Perſwaſions;
Which now they Curſe, with Empty Purſe,
There Coper Traſh Commiſſions.
IX.
They Rew both Time and Seaſon,
Beyond all Goſpel Reaſon,
’Gainſt William’s Right, thus for to Fight,
Which proves no leſs than Treaſon.
They Rew both Time and Seaſon,
Beyond all Goſpel Reaſon,
’Gainſt William’s Right, thus for to Fight,
Which proves no leſs than Treaſon.
X.
Thus are they ſtruck with Fear,
Seeing our brave Armys there,
Crying out O hone, let us be gon,
And the Devil go with Mounſier.
Thus are they ſtruck with Fear,
Seeing our brave Armys there,
Crying out O hone, let us be gon,
And the Devil go with Mounſier.
XI.
They Scamper out of Hand Sir,
To ſee to ſave their Lands Sir,
On William’s ſide, if not deny’d,
Where Schomberg bears Command Sir
They Scamper out of Hand Sir,
To ſee to ſave their Lands Sir,
On William’s ſide, if not deny’d,
Where Schomberg bears Command Sir
XII.
Thus they muſt looſe Poſſeſſion,
For ’tis King William’s Nation,
Which James’s Crew, will ever Rew,
With Grief and Lamentation.
Thus they muſt looſe Poſſeſſion,
For ’tis King William’s Nation,
Which James’s Crew, will ever Rew,
With Grief and Lamentation.
London, Printed for J. W. in White Friars, 1689.
