MONMOUTH's Saying
In the West of ENGLAND:
OR, His last Resolution on his Voyage into Holland.
To the Tune of, The Soldiers Departure.
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NOw our bloody Fight is over,
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I poor Monmouth must away,
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Gray did my designs discover,
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seeking my Life to betray:
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Come let us away to Holland,
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there we shall be all secure,
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And my Soldiers at my Command,
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some will follow me I'm sure.
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If we had but Ammunition,
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quickly I'de regain the Field,
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Soon I'de better my Condition,
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and make all my Foes to yield:
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I will have a stronger Army,
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and good Amunition store,
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With Trumpets sound (my Boys) I'le Charm ye,
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thus regain the English Shore.
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Then aloud my Guns should Rattle,
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I'le on boldly once again,
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Appear my self i'th front o'the Battle,
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make them know Monmouth's not slain:
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See the hearts of my poor Soldiers,
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how like Men they endure to dye,
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See their Foes dissect their Quarters,
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and burn their Bowels cruelly.
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But when I recruit my Forces,
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I'le return to Englands Shore,
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To stop the Papists Evil Courses,
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I will come to you once more.
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And bravely drive my Foes before me,
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till the Conquest I have gain'd,
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My Enemies I'll make adore me,
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when my ends are once obtain'd.
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'Tis reported I am Taken,
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and disputed sev'ral ways,
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Some say I'm by Friends forsaken,
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such reports as these they raise:
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Whoso ever is the vender,
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in a little time shall see,
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I'le come in a greater strength and splendor,
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then shall ever Conquer'd be.
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Foreign Princes will assist me,
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with such Force I'le come again,
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My Foes shall not dare to resist me,
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but the Power they serve disdain:
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Then shall Monmouth in his Glories,
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to his English Friends appear,
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And will stifle all such Stories,
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as are vended ev'ry where.
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They'll see I was not so Degraded,
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to be taken gathering Pease,
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Nor in a Cork of Hay upbraided,
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what strange Stories now are these!
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Such Reports are Foes invention,
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my good Friends for to deceive,
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But I hope they've more discretion,
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then such Stories to believe.
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I'll revive my ancient Honour,
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then my happy Friends shall see,
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My Foes shall truckle to my Banner,
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and repent their Villany:
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In a blest and happy Station,
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then I'll place my worthy Friend
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From Pop'ry, likewise free the Nation,
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this is all your Monmouths end.
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Dear Country-men, you know I love ye
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for your Liberties I stand,
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The losses of your Rights does move [me]
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for to take this Cause in hand:
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My friends, I hope you'll then assist me
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when in Pomp once more I come,
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And fight those that dare resist me,
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who stand up as Friends to Rome.
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England now is full of Crosses
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but e're long you all shall see,
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The Subjects and Nations Losses,
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shall again redeemed be:
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Those that have me much Degraded
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in a little time shall see,
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Tho by Romans I'm upbraided,
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I'll live to pluck-down popery.
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