JOCKEYS DOWNFALL:
A POEM
On the late Total Defeat given to the Scotish Covenanters, near Hamilton Park, June 22,
1679. by His MAJESTIES Forces, under the Command of His
Highness the DUKE of MONMOUTH, etc.
Written by the Author of The Satyr against Hypocrites.
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HOw now Jockie, what agen?
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Does the Covenant ride thee still?
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Or is Calvin reconcild
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To the Jesuit and the Deel?
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Silly Owls, shame saw their Noses,
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Not to smell a damnd old Cheat!
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But where Satan owes a Shame,
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Hele be sure to pay his Debt.
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Then Mess John and Aundrew eke,
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Warmly plyd their Pulpit thunder,
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And the easie Rabble won,
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Part for Zeal and part for Plunder.
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Oh! they cry, so we may rise,
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And retrieve ourselves from need,
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Tis good Physick for a Kingdom
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Once in twenty year to bleed.
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This same parcel all of Saints
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Rebels both to King and Kirk,
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Headed thus by Baals Priests,
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Were to do the Loards great Work.
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Lik to be well done yfaith
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Where the Deel was Overseer:
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But let Satan now look tot,
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This same blow may cost him dear.
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For if once Jack Presbyter
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Find the Devil play fowl play,
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Better had it been for him
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Nere to have been born that day.
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For if once they gin to baul
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Not a word shall he be heard;
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And he knows full well already
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How his credit is impaird.
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Both Design and Motive too
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May be guessd of these Bigots;
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But their Hopes were greater far;
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Else they were most cursed Sots.
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For, but that presumptuous Sins
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Are with them familiar grown,
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Strangely twas presumd to think
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Handfuls could a King dethrone.
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But the poor mistaken throng,
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Hydrad by so many a Priest,
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Took it for a Holy War,
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Gainst the Bishops and the Beast.
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Rams-horns were so fatal once
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To the Walls by them confounded,
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That they thought that all would totter,
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When their Bulls of Basan sounded.
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So the Bulls of Basan roard;
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Pawd, and threw their Horns on high;
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Groveling streight upon the Ground
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Brave Arch-Bishop low did lye.
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Up was Levite mounted then,
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And his Horns exalted high
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On the Shoulders of poor Men
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Zealously prepard to dye.
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Weavers from their Shuttles flew;
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Taylor skipd from his Shop-board;
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Country-men their Ploughs forsook,
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Every one to serve the Loard.
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Then the Molten Calf was shewd,
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Or the Covenant in a Clout:
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Aaron Walch could do no less
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For to please rebellious Rout.
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Thus, their fury once inflamd,
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Neighbours blood began to quaff,
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While the Priests that set them on
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In their Sleeves began to laugh.
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Now shall Crown and Bishop both
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Tumble to the Durt, they cryd,
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All a Cock-horse we shall ride;
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But, like Sons a Whores, they lyd.
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For eftsoones the valiant Graham
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Stopt their Fury, and of some
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Made Scotch Collops for the Crows,
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While the rest away did run.
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But not thus to be supprest
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They retreat to reinforce.
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And the Deel to help his Servants
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Strait way brought them Foot & Horse.
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Tumult now Rebellion grown,
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There came Lords and Lairds to fight,
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Earlston Gourdon, Laird Blairquan,
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And some more of mickle might.
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Young Men two of Noble Race;
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Oh, the little wit of Zeal,
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All these, Curse ye Meroz brought
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Blows upon their pates to feel.
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But their Number did but serve
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To advance great Monmouths Glory,
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To chastize a lesser Force
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Would not have become his Story.
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For their Numbers being swelld
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Worth the Terrour of his Arms,
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He but came and cut the knot
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Of all Walches canting charms.
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Jockie had no time to speire
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At the fall of this mishap,
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Loard, where wert thou when our Foes
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Gave us this same cruel rap?
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Oh, he was asleep, ye Fools,
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When the Priests of Baal prayd:
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Nor would Covenant be at leisure;
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So fell Jockie twixt two Stools.
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Thus you see what Avarice
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And Rebellion doth befall,
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Kirk and Covenant yee have lost,
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And the lives of Men withall.
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Now by my consent yee should
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Lose a little way bit more;
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And to punish such Stone Priests
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Be made *Origens before.
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Now to alter Hopkins Prayer,
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From both Pope and Scot defend us:
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For the Turks we do not find
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Half the mischief do intend us.
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But for Simeon and for Levi,
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Viz. the Pope and Prester Scot,
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Heaven confound all their devices,
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And preserve us from the Plot.
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