Ungrateful LEWIS,
Who Fought against his Old Friend: Together with an Account of his
Storming and Taking the Devil's-House over his Head, because he shew'd him a slippery
Trick in his late Fight at Sea, when his Fleet was Fir'd.
To an Excellent New Tune; Or, Let Cesar Live Long.
Licensed according to Order.
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WHen Noble bold Brittains did Victory gain,
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The Fleet of Old Lewis was burn'd on the Main.
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Which put him straight into a passionate Rage,
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He vow'd his Friend Lucifer now to Engage;
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And therefore to Flanders he then did repair,
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In order for Storming the Devil's House there.
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Then raising high Bulwarks, loud Cannons did roar,
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Which thunder'd and bounc'd at Old Lucifer's Door;
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With Thunder he threaten'd the Prince of the Air,
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For failing his Friend by his Negligent Care:
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Like one quite Distracted, Old Lewis did rave,
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And vow'd that the Devil's House soon he would have.
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The Army of Lewis contending did stand,
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Who still was repuls'd by a vigorous hand;
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The Content between them was furious and hot,
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With Bombs and loud Cannons, with thundring Shot,
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After long disputing, by showers of Lead,
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He there took the Devil's House over his head.
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Was this not uncivil, now tell me, I pray,
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Because on the Ocean he had not the day,
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That he should lay all the whole blame on Old Nick,
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And therewith to shew him a slippery trick,
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By thund'ring Cannons and showers of Lead,
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To Storm, I, and take his House over his head.
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Now Lucifer thus being turn'd out of doors
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By Lewis the French King, and his Sons of Whores,
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He swears he'll in time be reveng'd on them all,
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They first by the Sword of King William shall fall,
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Then in burning Sulphur they shall make their Bed,
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For taking the Devil's-House over his head.
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If the Devil's-House now is call'd Hell by name,
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Then Hell and the Devil's-House must be the same;
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Of which let Old Lewis of France be possest,
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Where he may for ever lye close in his Nest:
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'Tis fit he shou'd have it, and there make his Bed,
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For taking the Devil's-House over his head.
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We find he is eager, and covets for Hell,
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And in those Dark Regions he reckons to dwell;
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Let that gloomy Empire in his keeping be,
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There's no one had ever more right to't than he:
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With his Friend St. Ruth let him there make his Bed
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For taking the Devil's-House over his head.
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Since he such a Conquering Monster is grown,
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We doubt not in time but he'll make Hell his own;
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Where he in the streams of Ambition may swim,
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And he take the De'el, and the Devil take him:
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In those gloomy Regions let him make his Bed,
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For taking the Devil's-House over his head.
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Old Lucifer now is by Lewis Controul'd,
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His House he has taken to make his strong Hold;
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But yet let him know for this horrible Crime,
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He shall without doubt, be Tormented in time;
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In gloomy dark Regions he shall make his Bed,
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For taking the Devil's-House over his head.
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Now since he has gain'd such a Victory there,
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It seems he resolves to Reign Prince of the Ayr;
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Old Pluto and he now will Part'ners be,
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Yet how in their Government they will agree,
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We know not, but some says, when Lewis is dead,
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He will take the Devil's Realm over his head.
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FINIS.
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