A New Copy of Verses,
INTITULED
ENGLANDS GLORY;
OR, THE
IRISH-MANS LAMENTATION.
Tune of, Lay of your Pleading. With Allowance.
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I.
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LET every Irish Tory,
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Take warning by my story;
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For now my Song it doth belong
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To the Praise of Englands Glory.
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II.
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And now both Teague and Talbot,
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For their Rebelion goes to pot,
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Now Schomberg's come they're all undon,
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What becomes of them I know not.
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III.
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For they sunk both Boats and Barges,
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With other needless Charges;
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But Schomberg Great, has crost their Fate,
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By Landing at Carrickfergus.
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IV.
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While now the Game's a Turning,
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And the Bog-Trotters all a Mourning;
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With Courage high, our English cry;
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They shall pay for Towns Burning.
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V.
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For our Army it Inlarges,
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It will prove in vain, they'll Charge us;
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For they must yield, and loose the Field,
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As they did at Carrickfergus.
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VI.
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For we'll pull down all their Alters,
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And Burn their Virgins Psalters;
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Hub, Bub, bub, Bow, what can they doe,
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To Escape the Hempen-Halter.
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VII.
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The Trumpet Tantaro Raro,
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And Swore by Macknamaro,
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That back they'd bring James their King,
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With the Song of Lillibo Lero.
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VIII.
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They'd hear no Proclamations,
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Through Talbots false Perswasions;
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Which now they Curse, with Empty Purse,
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There Coper Trash Commissions.
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IX.
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They Rew both Time and Season,
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Beyond all Gospel Reason,
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'Gainst William's Right, thus for to Fight,
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Which proves no less than Treason.
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X.
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Thus are they struck with Fear,
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Seeing our brave Armys there,
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Crying out O hone, let us be gon,
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And the Devil go with Mounsier.
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XI.
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They Scamper out of Hand Sir,
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To see to save their Lands Sir,
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On William's side, if not deny'd,
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Where Schomberg bears Command Sir
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XII.
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Thus they must loose Possession,
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For 'tis King William's Nation,
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Which James's Crew, will ever Rew,
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With Grief and Lamentation.
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