King James his Lamentation
For the Loss of His
Kingdom of Ireland,
Being a Dialogue between Him, and the French KING.
To the Tune of, The Leggan Water.
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James.
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DEar Brother, and Confederate,
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Your Slave is come again once more,
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With some the chiefest of my Friends,
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Your aid and pitty to implore.
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Lewis.
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Brother of No-Land how d'ye think
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That I should trust ye once agen,
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I lent ye Ships and Souldiers too,
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What are become of all my Den?
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James.
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What need you such a question ask,
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When we, and all the world well knows,
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You vallue not the lives of men,
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More than the dust under your shooes.
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Lewis.
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O Sir, I now begin to feel
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The want of what I wasted then,
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And should I see you up once more,
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Your luck is nought, you'd break agen.
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James.
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You have my Jewels and my Plate,
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Lewis. For that I keep your Son, & Molly,
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James. For that she pays another rate,
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And I believe rewards you fully.
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Lewis.
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You see my Navies out to serve ye,
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Which lost, I ne'er should get another,
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And yet upon your Subjects Plot,
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I ventur'd hard for Church our Mother.
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James.
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'Tis true, I thought the Cock-match would
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Have set my Kingdoms all a Fighting,
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And my Mungrel Protestants were true,
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By their Address to you in w[r]iting.
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Lewis.
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And I had serv'd them to a Hair,
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Had not our Fleet miscary'd so,
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James. I think my Admiral did his part,
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Lewis. Your Admiral n'er strook a blow.
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James.
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Thank Mungrel Protestants for that,
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You see what ample power they have,
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To make a Seamans Conscience kick,
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The Church and Popery to save.
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Lewis.
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'Tis true, your Mungrel Protestants
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Their parts did act with fair pretence,
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Nor did I cease to grease the wheels,
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You little think to what expence.
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James.
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But since our hopeful Cake proves Dough,
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Our losses how must we restore,
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For I will n'er my Person trust,
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To head an Irish Army more.
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Lewis.
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I dare believe it, You, nor I,
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E'er headed Armies in our lives,
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We better were for Chamber Wars,
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To Kiss our Maids, and P----r our Wives.
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Let our Slaves into danger run,
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And Bones expose to sturdy walls,
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The Prince was curst in Mothers womb,
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That by a Cannon Bullet falls.
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James.
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No more of this, but to the point,
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Our Jesuits must to work again,
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The Rebels will recruit their Fleet,
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And then ride Masters of the Main.
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Lewis.
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If they Ride Masters of the Main,
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Let Jesuites all together Plot,
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I fear their Plots will all prove vain.
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With mungrel Protestants to boot.
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James.
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For Heavens sake Sir, do something more,
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Our sinking Mother Church to cherish,
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At least to keep my Wife and Son
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From comming poorly to the Parish.
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Lewis.
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What would you have me more to doe?
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My Moneys spent, my Stores are gon,
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And all the world about my ears,
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Pray Heaven that I may save my own.
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Which if I doe, I'll promise this,
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That you an Abbey shall enjoy,
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I'll make an Abbess of your Wife.
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And to his Fortune leave the Boy.
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FINIS.
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