Englands Glory

by anon

A New Copy of Verses,
Intituled
Englands Glory:
Or, the
Irish-Mans Lamentation.

Tune of, Lay of your Pleading.

With Allowance.

I.
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.

III.
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.

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.

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.

VII.
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.

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.

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.

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

XII.
Thus they must loose Possession,
For ’tis King William’s Nation,
Which James’s Crew, will ever Rew,
With Grief and Lamentation.

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London, Printed for J. W. in White Friars, 1689.