A NEW
BALLAD
To the praise of
JAMES Duke of Monmouth.
He once was great,
And to this Land did bring
Triumphant Bays
And Lautel to his KING.
To the Tune of Now, now tis in vain.
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NOtwithstanding the Frowns
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That descends from the Crown,
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On my Lord that once was so dear,
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Preferd above other,
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Undone by a Brother,
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And the hate of an Uncle so near;
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Yet let them tread on,
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And end as begun,
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My Love it shall never withdraw;
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But in spite of all Fate
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In him Ile delight,
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For Monmouths the flower of them all.
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Of great Places at Court,
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Turnd him out for their Sport,
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Pretending that he soard too high;
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Or fearing he might
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At last claim a Right,
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Became a great Beam in their Eyes.
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Cause the Mobely ran,
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And admird him each Man,
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And Welcomd him with a Hazza,
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For who can do less
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Than love whom they Bless?
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For Monmouths the flower of them all.
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These Monsters of Rome
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They first hatcht his doom,
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Because that he stood in their way,
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And stopt their carrire
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When their Plots did appear
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To make our Religion their Prey.
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Those other great Lords
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Are now all abhord,
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And termd as great Monsters as he,
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By that Tory Crew
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Who has nothing to do
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But to Scandel brave Monmouths Degree.
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May they Shimie like
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In Cursing Delight,
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Till the Fall on their own Heads Rebound,
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And he like the Palms
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Supprest, firmer stand,
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And the higher ascend from the Ground:
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For who can he be
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Thats so happy as he,
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Who smilingly can so forgive,
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The abuses of Late
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Receivd from the State,
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Brave Monmouth be happy and Live.
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For the Heavens may grow clear
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And Great Charles appear,
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With the smiles of a Father as before;
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As he promisd to me
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He Ever would be
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And he my Great Monmouth Restore.
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To his Places of State
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That he may be Great,
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And his Enemies unmasked be,
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Whos Endevoured to bring
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Him in disgrace with his King,
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Brave Monmouth I love none but thee.
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May thy Royal Father
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Sway the Scepter for Ever,
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And flourishing Govern this Land,
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May the Turks and the Athiests,
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Presbyterians and Papists,
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Turn one and in Unity stand;
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Then shall be firm Peace,
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From our Jars we shall Cease,
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In Church Government when we agree,
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And in the mean time,
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May the Crown keep the Line;
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Brave Monmouth we hapier shall be.
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