JEMMY's Recantation;
OR,
The French King's Threatnings for his Misfortunes.
To the Tune of, The PUDDING.
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(1)
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NOw James is dismay'd, and sorely afraid,
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And says, of three Kingdoms he so is betray'd,
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That he thinks it is best, for him now to rest,
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And let the three Kingdoms go along with the Test,
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For King William.
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(2)
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For brave England is gone, and has left him alone,
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And Scotland has quite thrown him out of his Throne
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Which makes him to Swear, and most sadly to stare
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To think how he's forc'd for to run like a Hare
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In the Boggs now.
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(3)
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He begins for to think, now he has lost all his Chink
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That if in the Boggs he should chance for to sink,
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The Coyn would be spent, that the French K. has lent
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And he shall be paid when he fasts the next Lent,
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In a Hopp-Sack.
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(4)
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The Queen doth complain, that the French K. in vain
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Has sent so much Money, and gets no more Gain,
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Which makes him presume, and most sadly to Fume
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To think that brave Schomberg has gave J. his doom
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For King William.
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(5)
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Lewis doth repent, so much Money he has sent,
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Thinking the Hereticks all to prevent,
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But now he doth begin, to stroak down his Chin,
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For fear it should make him look pittiful thin
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Against J---s too.
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(6)
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But now to prevent, brave Schombergs intent,
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He resolves the Prince of Wales shall be sent
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With an Army of Men, that shall make them to run
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To the Devil or further, before they have done
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With the Tyler.
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(7)
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Should the P. of Wales come, with his pike & his drum
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He then must be Cloathed much like a Nun,
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He must come Civil, not like Pope nor Devil,
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And then they will give him a Rattle and Fiddle,
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With a Cradle.
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(8)
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And J---s he doth say, that the young Prince & he,
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Shall fare both alike, in the Boggs for to be;
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Then Lewis and my Queen, they all shall be seen
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To run as far out of France as e're they were in,
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From King William.
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(9)
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But the Dauphin doth say, if the Prince gets the day,
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That he shall go forward in Battle and Fray,
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Then his Fame shall rebound, and gallantly sound,
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And he in Ireland then shall be Crown'd
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By the Papists.
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(10)
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J---s is in a sad Case, to be turn'd out of place,
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And a young Tile be put into the Royal Race,
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We may well think, he has lost all their Chink,
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When a young Tile comes that will make him stink,
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Foolish Papists.
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(11)
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But J---s he doth say, he will not give way
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Unto the young Perkin before it is Day;
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Before he'll be School'd, and thus basely Fool'd,
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Unto brave Schomberg he'll turn Tayl, and hold
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For King William.
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(12)
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Our late Queen and Lewis they now do repent
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That J---s into Ireland ever was sent,
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To cause so much Care, since he has been there,
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But yet all is lost they greatly do fear,
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By King Jemmy.
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(13)
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And now to conclude, poor J---s is undone,
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He has lost his three Kingdoms & away he must run
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If he could but tell where, for to find the Popes Chain
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For Lewis and Mary he need not to care,
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Nor young Perkin.
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(14)
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For J---s he doth find, his Friends are unkind,
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He bids them adieu, and must leave them behind,
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For I hope in short space, King William takes place
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And will drive all the Irish Papists to Grass
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In the Boggs too.
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FINIS.
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