Monmouth Routed
And Taken
PRISONER
With his Pimp the Lord Gray .
A SONG
To the Tune of King Jame's Jigg .
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I.
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FIve thousand Pound for James the Scot ,
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That squeez'd out the Garbish and Guts of the
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Plot,
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The Roaring Cannons did fright him away,
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Yet Lumley secured his Pimp the Lord Gray ;
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The Bishop of Winchester brought up the Guns,
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Cry'd fire brave Soldiers the Enemy Runs,
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Tho' its Dark you may see their Presbiter Bands
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A Foot Lower Cuts off, all the Rebels that stands,
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II.
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Brave Feversham and Grafton did stand,
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And Eagle-Ey'd Oglethrop's worthy Command;
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He spy'd the Rebels like Thieves draw near,
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At One in the Morning, e're Day did appear;
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Yet all was in readiness, took the Alarms,
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The Word was given to Arms, to Arms:
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The Cannons sweet Musick, the Soldiers charms.
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Whilst Mars was Assistant 'against Rebels & harms
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III.
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Brave Albemarle lay fair for the Flight,
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And Beauford in Bristol secur'd the Kings Right:
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As soon as ever the Day did appear,
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Brave Pembrook fell foul o'th' Rout in the Rear,
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Then began the stress of the Fray,
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Gray turn'd Tails, with his Horns made away:
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God Curse me quoth Gray : if longer I stay,
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I never before saw so Bloody a Day.
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IV.
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Then Monmouth cry'd out, O Gray ; for my Life,
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Stand by me this Brunt, and ne're think of thy wife,
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Then Gray swore Damme, thou'st made me a Beast,
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My Breeches are foul, I'le Run home to be drest;
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The Kings Army, both Horse and Foot,
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Fought through the Rebels through Fire and Blood,
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And Cut down the Enemies, all that stood,
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Then Monmouth ran foremost, and thought it was good.
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V.
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This was the success of our fine Fop Things,
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That came for to Conquer the greatest of Kings,
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Whose Commanders and Soldiers sooner would dye
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In the Field of Honour than ever to flye:
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We all their Standards there did gain,
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And all their Cannons add to our Train.
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While our Army doth flourish upon the Plain.
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With Trophies of Honour and lasting Fame.
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VI.
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And now they are beating the Bushes to find,
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A King that left all his great Champions behind;
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Who Rob'd the Churches in three weeks Reign.
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And Ravish'd young Virgins within the same:
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Three Golden Bibles in his Flag,
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Three Hackney Whores and his running Nag,
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True Protestant Prince of which Presbyters brag
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Is catch'd under a Hedge in a lousie rag.
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VII.
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A fair Conclusion o'th' King in the West ,
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His Knights of the Garter instaled in hast;
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Lord Keeper , and Secretaries of State,
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Made under a Hedge, at his Court without G ate;
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The George and Star without Crack or [P]ledge,
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To Fools not deserving a Porters Badge,
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Like the King of the Gipsies , touch'd Mall and Madg ,
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At his Majesties Court, given under a Hedge.
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FINIS.
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