The SUCCESS of
Two English Travellers;
Newly Arrived in London. To a new Irish Tune.
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A S we was a ranging
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upon the salt Seas,
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For France and for Spain ,
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our humours to please,
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But when we came there,
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the first news that we hear
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Was, you Rebels of England
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what do you do here?
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When we was a walking
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along in the street,
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Both Men, Wifes and Children,
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and all we did meet,
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They gathered up stones,
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and at us did sling,
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Cryed Rebels of England
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you murther'd your King.
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All this being odious
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unto our own heart,
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Then from the French
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we were forc'd to depart;
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The French did deride us
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with scornful disdain,
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We hoised our Top sail
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and sailed for Spain .
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But when we came there,
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we'd not set foot on Land,
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But strait they perceiv'd
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that we were English Men,
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With their hands on their Rapiers
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their Cloathes off did fling,
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Crying Rebels of England ,
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you murther'd your King.
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All this being odious
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unto our Conceits,
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We hoised and hastened
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up into the Straits ;
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Next Port unto Venice
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intending to go,
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Not fearing nor dreading
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they did of it know.
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But when we came there,
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our ships they did scan,
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They saw by our Colours
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we were English Men,
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O they laugh'd in their Lingo ,
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and at us did sleer;
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You Rebels of England
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what do you do here?
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Thus twenty years wandring
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from Sea-port to Town,
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In all parts abused,
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resolv'd to turn home:
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We steer'd up for London ,
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But when we came there,
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The Court all in Mourning
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put us in dispair.
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Then Great Charles of England
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we found was interr'd
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And some known Offenders
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in Mourning appear'd;
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Who for some Years together
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had design'd and swore
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To serve him as they did
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his Father before.
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Great James of his Birth-right
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they sought to depose.
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But now for ten Guineas
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you'l find none of those
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King James is Established
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safe in his Throne,
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And none shall invade
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the just Rights of the Crown.
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And now we're resolved
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In England to stay,
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And wait for to serve,
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and our King to obey,
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And his Royal Consort,
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Queen Maries blest Name:
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And we'l drive both the French
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and the Dutch o're the Main.
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