Englands Darling, OR
Great Brittains Joy and hope on that Noble PRINCE
JAMES Duke of MONMOUTH.
Brave Monmouth, Englands Glory,
Hated of none but Papist and Tory,
Mayst thou in thy Noble Fathers love remain,
who happily over this Land doth Reign.
Tune of, Young Jemmy, or Philander.
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YOung Jemmy is a Lad
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that's Royally descended;
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With every Virtue clad,
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by every Tongue commended:
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A true and faithful English heart,
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Great Brittains joy and hope,
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And bravely will maintain their part
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in spight of Turk and Pope.
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Young Jemmy is a Lad
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that hates all base pretences;
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No Tory, Masquerade,
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with Popish sham-pretences:
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A Heart and Soul so great and just,
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such Conduct and Command,
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A Champion in his Countries trust
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young Jemmy still will stand.
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Young Jemmy is a youth
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who thinks it no transgression
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To stand up for the Truth,
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and Protestant Profession:
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But Oh! he fights with such success,
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all mortal powers obey,
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No god of war but must confess
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young Jemmy beares the sway.
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At Jemmys powerful voice
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the Drums & Trumpets sounded;
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And England did rejoyce
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when Jemmys fame abounded,
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Of Jemmy the victorious name
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did through all Europe flie,
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And all the nations did proclaim
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his matchless Gallantry.
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In Mastricht, and in France,
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in Germany, and Flanders,
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Young Jemmy did advance
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amongst the cheif Commanders:
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By Sea and Land his fame did fly,
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and all the Nations round,
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Of Jemmys constant victory
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and valour did resound,
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In Scotland Jemmys hand
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dispers'd the Whigg and Tory,
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And Bothwel Bridge will stand
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to his eternal glory.
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There he the Rebels force withstood,
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and did their Might oppose,
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Both for the King and Countries good,
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in spight of all his foes.
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But oh! unhappy fates!
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a curse on Pride and Malice;
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The Popish plotting States
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have banish[']d him the Palace.
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They turn'd him out of grace of late,
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of dignity and fame,
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And every mighty place of State,
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yet Jemmys still the same.
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Maliciously they plot
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(against all sence and reason)
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'Gainst Shaftsbury and Scot,
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to Cloak their Popish Treason:
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Tories and Papists all agree
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to blast his spotless fame,
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But 'spight of all their policy,
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young Jemmy's still the same.
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For still to lose his blood
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young Jemmy does importune,
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And for his Countries good,
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to spend his Life and Fortune
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For to support the Church and State,
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our Liberties and Laws,
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Against their Malice, Plots, and Hate,
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that wou[?]d our rights oppose.
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Let all good men implore
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for Jemmy's Restauration,
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Whose conduct must restore
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the ruines of our Nation:
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That he to Charless praise may live,
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our freedome to maintain,
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When Jemmy shall his same ret[re]ive
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and be in grace again.
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