The Brimigham BALLAD
ON
Their Royal Highnesses Return from Scotland.
To the Tune of, MONK's March.
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[1]
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ROom, room for Cavaliers, bring us more Wine,
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His Highness is Landed, about with the Glass;
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The Brimigham-piece is but Counterfeit Coyn,
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Yet fain for good Sterling amongst us wou'd pass.
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Hey Bowman, more Wine,
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Fill up to the Brim;
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While Zealots repine
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We'll frolick and sing;
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For Oats is confounded,
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That Turn-coated Round-head;
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Then let us be Loyal, and True to our KING.
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[2]
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A little Old Conjurer threw so much Brass,
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And Pewter and Copper amongst the True Coyn,
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That hardly a Peny of Money can pass,
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But what is Clipt, Plated, or wash'd very fine;
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But thine Boy, and mine,
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Bears the stamp of the KING;
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Then let's have more Wine,
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While good Money we bring;
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For Oates is confounded,
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That Brazen-fac'd Round-head;
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Then let us be Loyal, and True to our KING.
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With such a Bold, Impudent, and Brazen-face
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They'd pass for true Mettle, although but wash'd o'r;
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The KING's Stamp and Image they only disgrace,
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As they did their Lord and Creator's before;
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But thine Boy, and mine,
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Bears the stamp of the KING,
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Then let's have more Wine,
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While good Money we bring;
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For Care is Confounded,
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That Schismatick Round-head;
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Then let us be Loyal, and True to our KING.
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Yet (what is most noted) these Brimigham Elves,
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To bear the True stamp are so brazen'd with Art,
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That they wou'd have nothing to pass but themselves,
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Although they're but Copper and Gaul at the heart.
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But thine Boy, and mine,
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Bears the stamp of the KING,
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Then let's have more Wine,
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While good Sterling we bring;
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For Dick is confounded,
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That Libelling Round-head,
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Then let us be Loyal, and True to our KING.
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They call themselves Loyal, nay more, love the King,
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Yet Royallists Tory and Papist mis-call;
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And rail at all those who stand up for the Thing,
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With Thompson, L'Estrange, Heraelitus and all:
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these the Slaves
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Their Libels they fling;
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But they are the Knaves,
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Let's frolick and sing;
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For Langley's confounded,
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That Pamphletting Round-head;
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Then let us be Loyal, and True to our KING.
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Thus Brimigham still the Stamp-Royal rebukes,
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With Brazen-fac'd Impudence guilded so fine,
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Who hates the KING's Picture as well as the Duke's,
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And loves it in nothing, unless in his Coyn;
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But let him still pass
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For a counterfeit Thing,
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About with the Glass,
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And merrily sing;
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For Ben is confounded,
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That Pillory'd Round-head;
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Then let us be Loyal, and True to our KING.
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To the KING and the QUEEN, fill it up to the Top,
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The Duke and the Dutchess, whom Heav'n has restor'd;
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And next, Hans in Kelder, the Royal Blew-Cap;
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To all the TRUE Issue, and each LOYAL LORD:
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Crown every Glass,
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Fill 'em up to the Brim:
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About let 'em pass,
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While we merrily sing;
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For Baldwin's confounded,
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That impudent Round-head;
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Then let us be Loyal, and True to our KING.
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To brave ALBEMARL the next we'l pursue,
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With Worster and Clarendon, Seymour, and Hall---;
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To all to their KING, and their Countrey are True,
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Who Loyalty love, and confound the Caball.
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If Monarchy shine,
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And BOWMAN but bring
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Good store of brisk Wine,
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We'll make the Dog ring;
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For TONYs confounded,
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That Spiggoted Round-head;
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Then let us be Loyal, and True to our KING.
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