The GLORY of the
Northern parts of England.
Shewing the Readiness of the Gentry and Commonalty of the Counties of Chester and Lancaster, in joyn-
ing with the Prince of Orange, at his Highnesses first Landing, etc.
Make use of time, Delays are dangerous things,
Defend your Faith from whence all Blessings springs:
Since they our Laws did strive to Sacrifice,
And fill the Nations with Romes Bloody Flyes;
Unmask this Romish Crew, who Reign in Knavery,
Secure your selves from Popery and Slavery.
To the Tune of, Valiant Stutely.
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BRave News and Tydings here we bring,
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And of rare Sparks and Souldiers sing,
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which in our Horizon do now appear;
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For pure Religion they will Fight,
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And to maintain the Countries Right,
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assisted by the brave Lord Delamere.
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Our Worthy Lords did all agree,
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To set this Land at Liberty,
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though some base Spirits in the world appear,
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Which did refuse for to consent
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To fraud or fall by Parliament,
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united with the brave Lord Delamere.
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To give account of every thing,
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Which hapned since Great Charles our King,
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would terrifie each honest heart to hear,
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Now Protestants of each Degree,
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Have been opprest with Popery,
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excus'd was not the great Lord Delamere.
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The Noble-hearted sober Men,
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By Papists was secured then,
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and with Oppression vex'd this Land each year,
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Till by Divine appointment, came
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That Royal Prince, William by Name,
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and with him joyn'd the brave Lord Delamere.
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And since in mercy God hath sent
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An Orange here to our content,
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the Prince of Wales is fled I know not where
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And with him Petres has his Plot,
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discover'd by the brave Lord Delamere.
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This Noble valiant Cheshire Lord,
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With whom the Country do accord,
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his very name doth make the Papists fear:
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the Earl of D----y doth agree,
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To prove the Jesuits Enemy,
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and stand for Orange with brave Delamere.
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Thus now brave Noble-hearted Boys,
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I have writ a Line in Cheshire praise,
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blest by the presence of so brave a Peer.
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And Lancashire thou art not behind;
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Who didst in every thing Combine,
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propos'd for publique good by Delamere.
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Manchester Town I have in mind,
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Since they to B----d did prove so kind,
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their fervent love and zeal did pass all fear:
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Though danger stood on every side,
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And M-----x advanc'd his pride,
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they vow'd to venture all with Delamere.
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How brave they met on Boden-Plain,
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To see Great B-----h and B---d them twain,
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embrace each other without popish fear;
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The Country rose them to defend,
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And thus my Story I shall end,
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and pray for the brave Lord of Delamere.
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And next you may expect to hear,
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Of the brave Earl of Devonshire,
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whose pious Valour in this Land doth ring;
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Maxfield, Wharton, and Lovelace,
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Did wait to see the Prince's Grace,
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arrive in England, which did Glory bring.
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FINIS.
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