King JAMESES
Royal VICTORY.
Giving an Account of the Great Conquest His Gracious Majesty hath happily gained over
the
Rebels; Also the taking and Execution of the late Duke of Monmouth, who was Beheaded on
Tower-Hill, on Wednesday the 15th of this Instant July, 1685.
To the Tune of, Russels Farewel.
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ALas, alas, I am undone,
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my Men are gone and fled,
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Great James the Royal Victory won,
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now I must loose my Head:
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Rebellion is a Cursed thing,
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and tumbles Traytors down,
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Therefore be faithful to the King,
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and Loyal to the Crown.
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Ambition was my overthrow,
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my hopes are banisht quite,
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My pleasure now is turn'd to woe,
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My day is turn'd to night:
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And fortune that doth often smile,
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upon me now doth frown,
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Because I did my self beguile,
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By falseness to the Crown.
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O hateful Pride to aim so high,
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and make my fall so great,
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By loosing of the Victory,
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my Pride it did abate.
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I by Rebellion sought to gain
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both Honour and Renown,
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But all my strugling was in vain,
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against the King and Crown.
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My hapless fate I now lament,
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although it is too late,
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It breeds my cruel discontent,
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to think on rigid fate:
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For satisfaction for my Crime,
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my life I must lay down,
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For there is no real King of Lyme,
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but him that wears the Crown.
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But O that I had been so wise,
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as certainly to know,
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My friends from secret Enemies,
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who sought my overthrow:
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And pufft me up with promise great,
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of Honour and Renown,
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But now I find it was a Cheat,
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King James must wear the Crown.
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Now must I lose my murmuring breath,
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my death draws nigh at hand,
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Because I did my Sword Unsheath
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against the King o'th Land:
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Whose mercies all men do applaud,
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in City and in Town,
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My Treachery is known abroad,
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against the King and Crown.
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And thus James Scot did make his moan,
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until his dying day,
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While our blest King sits on his Throne,
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proud Rebels to dismay:
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And by the justness of his cause,
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will pull Rebellion down,
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For he that disobeys the Laws,
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Rebels against the Crown.
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The fifteenth of July he
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whom from his Army fled,
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On Tower-Hill for Treachery,
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did certain loose his Head:
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And in the sight of many men,
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his Life he did lay down,
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And now he'l ne'r Rebell again
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against the King or Crown.
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Then Loyal Subjects bravely sing,
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since his Great Majesty,
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Who is our gracious Royal King,
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hath gain'd the Victory:
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And hath dispers'd the daring for,
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that sought to gain Renown,
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For he's the only Prince we know
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that ought to wear the Crown.
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