Monmouth Degraded Or James Scot, the little King in LYME A SONG
To the Tune of Hark, hark, the Thundering Cannons roar, &c.
I.
COme Beat Alarum, Sound a Charge,
As well without as in the Verge,
Let every Sword and Soul be large,
To make our Monarch Shine Boyes:
Let's leave off Whores and Drunken Souls,
And windy words o're briming Bowls;
Let English Hearts exceed the
Poles,
'Gainst
Perkin, King in
Lyme Boyes.
II.
Such a Fop-King was ne're before
Is Landed on our
Western shore,
Which our black Saints do all adore,
Inspir'd by Tub-Divine Boyes:
Let us assume the Souls of
Mars,
And March in Order, Foot and Horse,
Pull down the Standard at the Cross,
Of
Perkin King in
Lyme Boyes.
III.
Pretended Son unto a King,
Subject of Delights in Sin,
The most ungrateful Wretch of Men,
Dishonour to the Shrine Boyes;
Of
Charles and
James, the undoubted Right
Of
Englands Crown and Honours Bright,
While he can find us work, let's Fight,
'Gainst
Perkin, King in
Lyme Boyes.
IV.
The Sainted Sisters now looks Blew,
Their Cants all False if God be True,
Their Teaching Stallions dare not do,
No more but Squeeze and Whine Boyes;
Exhorting all the Clowns to Fight
Against their God, King, Church and Right,
Takes Care, for all their Wives at Night,
For
Perkin, King in
Lyme Boyes.
V.
Poor
Perkin now, he is no more,
But
James Scot, as he was before;
No Honour left but Soul to soar,
Till quite expir'd with time Boyes
But first he'l call his Parliament,
By
Ferguson and
Gray's Consent,
Trenchard and all the
Boars in's Tent,
Fit for the King in
Lyme Boyes.
VI.
'Gainst these mock Kings, each draw his Sword
In Blood we'll print them on Record,
Traytors against their Sovereign Lord,
Let's always Fight and joyn Boyes,
Now they'r Block'd up by Sea and Land,
By Treason they must fall or stand,
We only wait the Kings Command,
To Burn the Rogues in
Lyme Boyes.
VII.
But now we hear they'r sallied forth,
Front and Flank 'em,
South and
North,
Nobles of brave
Englands Worth,
Let your bright Honours shine Boys▪
Let Guns and Cannons Roar and Ring,
The Musique of a Warlike King,
And all the Gods just Conquest bring,
Against the Rogues in
Lyme Boyes.
FINIS
LONDON; Printed for James Dean, Bookseller at the Queens-Head; between the Royal G [...] and Helmet in Drury-Lane; Removed from Cranborn-street in Leicester Fields, 1685.