To each Gentleman-Soldier in the Company of the Worshipful James Boddington, Lieutenant-Colonel of the Green Regiment of Trained Bands.
AS mighty Heroes, whose great Deeds & Name
By Foreign Acts proclaim perpetual Fame;
So yours no less magnanimous appear,
At each Alarm, to guard the Nation here:
Witness of late, when Ruffians did combine
Together in a barbarous Design
Of murd'ring Great King
William, Europe's Joy,
And all his Loyal Subjects to destroy;
Then did the Valiant
Green, like early Spring,
First take up Arms (to save their Gracious King
From th' Hands of those blood-thirsty Traitors who
Design'd at once three Kingdoms to undo:)
With Zeal so great, as if 't were your Intent,
To fight all with your single Regiment.
For which brave Act, the
Green deserve to be
In Fame's Record to all Posterity.
Nor did you only lead the
Van this Year,
But, in your Post, likewise brought up the
Rear;
Which amply shews, the
Green are thought to be
London's chief Bulwark and Security.
Go on, great Sons of
Mars, to charge your Foes;
None but fool-hardy Soldiers dare oppose
Your valiant matchless Arms, which does amaze
The Stout themselves, the rest with Wonder gaze.
So gallantly accoutred you appear,
And so expert in Conduct, that pale Fear
Your Enemies possess, whilst all the Crowd
Extol your Courage with Applauses loud.
Your Trusty Marshal,
John Brown.