A Dialogue
Between the Late King James
The Duke of Berwick, and Tyrconnel;
A while after the Fight, that happen'd about Nine Miles from Dublin: Together with their full Resolu-
tion to quit Ireland, and to take Shipping and so Sail to France, to tell Proud Lewis their great
Misfortune. To the Tune of, Why are my Eyes still Flowing.
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O My kind Officers what shall we do?
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For the English Army both make us look blew;
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Their noble Commanders are Courageous & stout,
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We shall be all Routed, the thing I do doubt:
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There is Noble King William will dye in the field,
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Before one inch of ground he will yield;
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Therefore to be gone, I think it is time,
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To go into the Ship, and there wait for a wind.
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You say to be gone away with all speed,
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For the Protestant Army will make us to bleed,
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Their Cannons do roar when once we draw nigh,
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Their Bullets do flye like hail from the skye,
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They fight for the Cause which once you run down,
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Their freedom and Charter belongs to the Crown.
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Therefore to be gone I think it is time,
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To go into a Ship, and there wait for a wind.
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Would I was in England well setled again,
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Proud Lewis should ne'er send me over the Main;
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To fight against my Country, which he did me bring
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I am not but a Souldier, that once was a King.
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What hard fortune have I for to have such bad luck,
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Proud Lewis hath brought me for to carry his Cloak.
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Therefore to be gone, I think it is time,
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To go into a Ship, and there wait for a wind.
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When you was in England, upon Salisbury-Plain,
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You then had no reason nor cause to complain
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Against all your Souldiers, for why they were true,
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If you had stood by them, they would have stood by you
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You never was fortunate in any thing,
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When you was a Duke, and when you was a King.
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Therefore, etc.
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They were most of my friends in England and here,
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Whom long I have loved, and held them most dear;
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I never did think they would me forsake,
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Which that was the cause that my Army did break:
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My Chief Officers flying, which when I did hear,
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My self to be gone I soon did prepare.
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Therefore, etc.
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When you was at Hounslow what a doe was there
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Amongst all your friends, though never the near:
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You Camped your Men, and they lay on the ground,
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And all to be ready when the Trumpets sound;
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To make them all hardy, and fit for a Figst,
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But they all did stand up for Old Englands Right,
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Therefore, etc.
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When I was in France proud Lewis did own
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He then wanted nothing but Englands Crown,
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Scotland he would have, and Ireland was his own,
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The Towers and Castles he vow'd to beat down;
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And burn all the Protestants over the Land,
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That dare against proud Lewis withstand.
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Therefore, etc.
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In Ireland we see that there was one poor Town,
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Proud Lewis his arms they could not beat down;
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That was Londonderry, that prace void of fear,
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The strength of the Popish Army coul not clear,
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The valliant Colonel Walker he fought for renown,
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He caused some thousands to fall to the ground.
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Therefore, etc.
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You was always a Coward both in England, & here,
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The force of an Enemy ypu ever did fear:
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You were fearful to fight when first you came o'e[p],
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Or else you would have laid all the Hereticks lower:
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Fo, now the Tide's turn'd, and the day is their own,
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And all the poor Frenchmen may be glad to get home.
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Therefore to be gone, I think it is time,
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To go into a Ship, and there wait for a wind.
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