The Rebels Totally Routed:
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Loyal Subjects Satisfaction in the Taking of the late D. of Monmouth,
and the Lord GRAY.
Some Rebels dead, and others fled,
quite in Disorder put;
They make their Moan, they're Overthrown,
and Routed Horse and Foot.
To the Tune of, Hark I hear the Cannons Rore.
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NOw our work is almost done,
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See the Rebels how they run,
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Crying out they are undone,
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[Since] they were seiz'd and flouted;
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Hanging down their Pensive Ears,
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Almost Drowned in their Tears,
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[And] haunted still with sl[avi]sh Fears,
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so now Rebellion's Routed.
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The Noble Lord of Feversham,
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With his Warlike Valient Train,
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And worthy O [Je]thrope by Name,
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stout hearts that never doubted;
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By Force of Arms have Foot and Horse,
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To Chase them in to Weeping Cross,
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And there sit down and count their Loss,
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now, now the Rebels Routed.
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The Rebels run from place to place,
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But still we did pursue the Chase,
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At length we came up Face to Face,
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and then for joy we Shouted;
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Which put the Rebels to a Fright,
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To see us shine in Armour bright,
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Like Champions then we fell to fight,
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and now Rebellion's Routed.
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We drew up all in Battle-'rray,
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Our Pelting Cannons they did play,
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We never fear'd to win the day,
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when once we went about it;
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We lent them in whole showers of Lead,
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Which struck some hundred Rebels dead,
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The rest took their heels and fled,
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now, now Rebellions Routed.
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Brave Souldiers all both just and true,
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We'l venture Life and Fortune too,
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To vanquish their Rebellious Crew,
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who in the West have Scouted;
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Now they are in a Sea of Woe,
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And know not whether for to go,
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We prov'd their final overthrow,
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now, now Rebellion's Routed.
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Now James Scot at last is took,
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And for his just reward must look,
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Because he Loyalty forsook,
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and with the Rebels scouted,
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And for his Treachery must pay,
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The which there's none that can gainsay,
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And since King JAMES hath won the day,
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Rebellion now is routed.
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When this joyful News was known,
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Of their being Overthrown,
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How the Factious sigh and groan,
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with Discontent they Glouted;
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But Loyal Souls was glad to hear,
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How bravely we the Coast did clear,
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And put the Kingdom out of fear,
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now, now Rebellion's Routed.
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For joy we vanquisht their design,
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Our Bone-fires did blaze and shine,
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While we Carrous'd in Bowls of wine,
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true hearts that stood about it;
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In Honour of these Champions brave,
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That did themselves so well behave,
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And did the Land from Ruin save,
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now, now Rebellion's Routed.
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Now nothing can our Peace annoy,
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While we the Rebels do destroy,
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The Bells do loudly Ring for Joy,
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though many griev'd and pouted;
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Let Heavens Blessings never cease,
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To Crown Great James with Joy and Peace
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And Loyal Subjects still encrease,
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now, now Rebellion's Routed.
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FINIS.
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