A Song upon the
RANDIZVOUS
ON
Hounsley-Heath,
With a Paralel of the Destruction of our English Turks in the West, and the
Mahomitans in Hungary: How the Christian Army, Composd of Forty
Thousand Men, took New-Hassel, relieved Grand, Defeated the Turks
Army of Sixty Thousand Men in two days time.
To the Tune, Hark, Hark The Thundring Cannons Roar, etc.
This may be Printed, R.L.S.
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OUR Comet or the Blazing-Star,
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At Staffords Death was seen so far;
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It plainly poynted out this year,
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Gainst Whiggish Calculation.
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This Year which Gadberry Foretold
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That English Mines should turn to Gold.
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Great Princes shall their Empires hold,
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By Christians preservation.
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Five Years agone, few thought to see,
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On Hounsley-Heath Great James to be;
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Balance of Christian Princis he,
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All Europes Dread and Wonder.
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A Handfull of his Army there,
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Cut down the Rebels in each Shire;
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To Assist him in the Western-War,
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Great Jove threw down his Thunder.
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In Hounsley-Heath, both Foot and Horse,
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With Conquering Eyes resembling Mars;
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With glittering Armour, Gold as Dross,
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Shone bright on every Souldier:
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All Amorous Ladies that were there,
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To the Commanders in despair;
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None bowd without a wishfull tear,
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In Love was all Behoulders.
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All night the Ladies vowd to Dream
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Of nothing but those Warlike-Men,
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Monmouth was but a fool to them,
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For all his soft Debauches.
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Each Souldier like Adonis gaines,
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Their trembling hearts, and smothered flames;
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Achillis conquered Countrey-dames,
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But these were all in Coaches.
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The Morning was closd up with Clouds,
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The Herds and Sheep, for shelter crouds;
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When James appeared, these threatning Shrouds
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Dispersd, and Phebus Shined,
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And darts his Beams upon the Plain,
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Then Florishd all the dazling Train;
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Both Holland, Flanders, France and Spain,
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To James the Lawrel Signed.
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To Accomplish these our glorious Days,
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The Christian Arms beyond the Seas;
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Victorious Harmony to please
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Our King, with Conquest sounding.
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With Horse and Foot, the Gun and Drum,
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And Christian Shouts they Run they Run,
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Like our west-Country Turks at home,
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In Hungary theyre Confounded.
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Lorrain with Forty Thousand men,
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Newhasel took, relieved Gran,
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Ith Face of Sixty Thousand Men,
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Cut these down at his leisure.
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In two days time he did Controal,
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With Conduct bright, and Warlike Soul,
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Without the help of French or Pole,
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He Conquers at his pleasure.
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This Year hath crusht the Serpents head,
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The Turks cut off, the Whigs are dead;
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Some Jayld, some hangd, the rest run mad;
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Because the Turks are routed.
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While Christian Souldiers, daring Boys,
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Drinks the Kings Health, themselves enjoys,
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All dangerous Consequence destroys,
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No Kingdom? Safe without it.
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