The Jacobite's Recantation
SEEING
The Glorious Conquest of IRELAND, and the happy Success in
FLANDERS; together with the Prosperity of the Emperor's
Forces, which utterly deprives them of their last Hope.
To the Tune Oh! how happy's he, etc. Licensed according to Order.
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GAllants far and near,
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Pray now listen here,
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While my Grief and Sorrows now I do relate:
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I was one of those
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Which did once propose
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To dispute of weighty things in Church and State,
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Constantly maintaining
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Who was fit for Reigning;
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Thus in Taverns we our Treasons did advance,
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And did Healths express,
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Wishing all Success
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Often to great Lewis, potent King of France.
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In the early Spring,
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How his Fame did ring,
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When by Storm the mighty Town of Mons he took;
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Then our Factious Crew
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Did their Joys renew;
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E'ery Jacobite could give a cheerfull Look:
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And we never doubted,
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But we should see routed
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All united Kings and Princes far and near;
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But instead of Fame,
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We are cloath'd with Shame,
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And great Lewis now begins to quake for fear.
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We such Villains were
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That I do declare
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None was like us sure in all the World before:
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Daily did we boast
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That an Armed Host
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Sent from France should here invade our British Shore:
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Meerely for destroying
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What we are enjoying,
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Christian Laws, which do's our Blessings still renew,
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We did lack to see
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Turn to Slavery,
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And Religion's utter Extirpation too.
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In this Villany
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Who more hot than I,
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For the present Government I did disdain;
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Often did I swear,
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That my Beard I'd wear
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Till the Abdicated King return'd again:
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But I curs'd the Fancy,
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For my charming Nancy,
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Who in Beauty like an Angel did appear;
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Soon my purpose crost,
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So that I have lost
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She whose Portion was five thousand pounds a year.
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Oh this bushy Beard
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Made her so afraid
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That I want admitted to salute her hand;
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But I now will trim,
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And submit to him
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Who is mighty potent Lord of all the Land;
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Why should Romish Faction.
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Lead me to Distraction,
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Having lost enough by that Fantastick Crew,
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Perfect Loyalty,
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King and Queen shall see,
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And for Jacobites I bid them all adieu.
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FINIS.
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