THE NOBLE ENGLISH WORTHIES.
TIs not Saint
George we Sing of here,
Nor
George, the fatal Duke
Villier;
Nor
George a Green, nor Castriot,
Nor
Buchanan the learned
Scot;
But 'tis of
George the Valiant
Monck,
That made
Van-Trump in's Blood dead-drunk,
And in the Seas his Navy sunck.
Oh! this is our brave George!
He made the
Dutch-men vale their Topps,
And humble be, as their Sack-slops;
The English
Fleet he did advance,
To th' terrour of Proud
Spain, and
France;
And when amongst the
Scots he came,
He did their furious Spirits tame;
For which ere since all love his Name.
Oh! this is our brave George!
Renown by Sea and Land he got,
Old
Noll for him would do what not;
There's none ere boded him ill-will,
That valour had, or martial skill;
This is the Noble General,
Who fights to rescue us from thrall,
And that we may be Free-men all.
Oh! this is our brave George!
Such gallant
Worthies are most rare;
Yet many more at
Portsmouth are,
Noble Sir
Arthur Haselrigg,
Resolves to lead a
Scottish Gigg,
With
Morley, Walton, Wallop, and
Renowned
Whetham, whose command
For all our Liberties do stand,
As well as our brave George!
Sir
Ashley - Cooper, Scot, and more
Such honest hearts there are good store;
The famous
Lawson, and the
Fleet,
And
London Lads in every Street;
Who vow to make Subvertors stare
At
Tyburne in the open air,
For doing what no King did dare:
And thus vowes our brave George!
The honest Souldiers, (though some be sadly mis-led) resolve to see
The
Parliament restor'd again,
And run away to
Monck amain;
Who pay's them well, as well they may
Expect; for
Lambert has no pay;
And thus the Newes is every day
In honour of brave George!
Hacker, and other men resolv'd
Deny the Members are dissolv'd,
Though their Apostatising Brothers
Pretend to be more wise than others;
But when their folly re-appeares,
And their ill-fortune, like those years
When
NOLL steep'd all the Land in tears,
Then hey! for our brave George.
The Writs for a New Parliament,
Are to return the way they went;
For no Elections can be made,
In freedom, whilst the Cobling trade
Can Vamp, set up, or them translate;
And this necessity of
State
(As wise men say) breeds all the Bate.
And thus sayes our brave George.
The noble City will be wise,
And their sweet Liberties dear prize;
Religion, Lawes, and freedom are,
The Stakes for which all parties dare:
But yet our better hopes appear,
Against the New approaching year,
We shall be quited all from fear,
By the help of our brave George.
Let them that please, sit still at ease,
Whilst Heaven in mercy send us peace;
But may our noble
Worthies be
Succesful in their Policy;
That order may return again,
In Church and State, and right may reign,
And all Subvertors have their pain:
And God bless our brave George.
LONDON, Printed by Tho. Milbourn, and are to be sold at his House in Jewen-Street, 59.