Monmouth Routed, and taken PRISONER, With his Pimp the Lord Gray. A SONG
To the Tune of
King James's
Jigg.
I.
FIve thousand Pound for
James the
Scot,
That squeez'd out the Garbish and Guts of the Plot,
The Roaring Cannons did fright him away,
Yet
Lumley secured his Pimp the Lord
Gray;
Ferguson with his Preaching Tools,
Was fairly Kill'd with his Knaves and Fools,
King
James will shew them who 'tis that Rules,
While the
Whigs look as Muddy as
Midnight Owles.
II.
Brave
Feversham, and
Grafton did stand,
And Eagle-Ey'd
Oglethorp's worthy Command;
He 'spy'd the Rebels like Thieves draw near,
At One in the Morning, e're Day did appear;
Yet all was in readiness took the Alarms,
The Word was given to Arms, to Arms:
The Cannons sweet Musick, the Soldiers charms
Whilst
Mars was Assistant 'gainst Rebels and harms.
III.
Brave
Albamarle lay fair for their Flight,
And
Beausord in
Bristol scour'd the Kings Right:
As soon as ever the Day did appear,
Brave
Pembrook fell foul o'th' Rout in the Rear,
Then began the stress of the Fray,
Gray turn'd Tails, with his Horns made away:
God Curse me quoth
Gray; if longer
I stay,
I never before saw so Bloody a Day.
IV.
Then
Monmouth cry'd out, O
Gray for my Life
Stand by me this Brunt and I'll Kiss thy Wife,
Then
Gray swore Damn me, thou'st made me a Beast,
My Breeches are foul, I Run home to be drest:
The Kings Army, both Horse and Foot,
Fought through the Rebels through Fire and Blood
And Cut down the Enemies, all that stood,
Then
Monmouth ran foremost, & thought it was good.
V.
This was the success of our fine Fop-Things,
That came for to conquer the greatest of Kings,
Whose Commanders & Soldiers sooner
would dye
In the Field of Honour than ever to flye:
We all their Standards there did gain,
And all their Cannons add to our Train,
While our Army doth flourish upon the Plain,
With Trophies of Honour, and lasting Fame.
VI.
And now they are beating the Bushes to find,
A King that left all his great Champions behind;
Who R
[...]b'd the Churches in three weeks Reign,
And Ravish'd Young Virgins within the same;
Three Golden Bibles in his Flag,
Three Hackney Whores and his running Nag,
True
Protestant Prince of which
Presbiters brag
Is catch'd under a Hedge in a lousie rag
VII.
A fair Conclusion o'th' King in the
West,
His Knights of the Garter instaled in hast;
Lord
Keeper, and Secretaries of State,
Made under a Hedge, at his Court without Gate;
The
George and
Starr without Crack or Fledge,
To Fools not deserving a Porters Badge;
Like the King of the
Gipsies, tuch'd
Mall and
Madge,
At his Majesties Court, given under a Hedge.
FINIS