ITER BOREALE,
OR,
Tyburn in Mourning
For the Loss of a
SAINT.
A New Song, To the Tune of, Now the Toryes that Glories.
Written by J.D.
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I.
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BEhold Great Heavens Protection,
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Jehovah Frowns for to see,
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Pretended Zeal Claim Election
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In Rights of Monarchy.
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Great Charles in Spight of all Treason,
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Preserves his Kingdoms in Peace;
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He Rules by Law and by Reason,
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Whilst Whigg melts in his own Grease:
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Ignoramus is out of Doors;
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Flye, O flye, ye Base Sons of Whores,
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Poland or Holland will hide such Bores,
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Who Rebellion have Sown:
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For nothing but Royalty, Loyalty,
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Shall in our Isle be known.
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II.
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The Be---ellites are in mourning,
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To see their Syre so Cold;
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Zownes, who thought of adjourning
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A Zealot so Factious bold:
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To Prayers ye Pestilent Whiggs,
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The Devil may hear you in time:
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What think you by Olivers Jigg?
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Gad, 't brings my Song into Rime.
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Hamburgh once again take thy own,
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Tyburn long for thy Son doth Groan;
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Cromwels disturb'd with her making moan,
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Curses the Sins brought him there:
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Then let us be Merry, drink Sherry,
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The Zealots no longer fear.
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III.
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Whine Louder ye Priests of the Zealous,
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For Heaven is Deaf to your Prayers:
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Why do ye Deceive us, and tell us,
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You Travel in Heavens Affairs?
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What Saint e're came, or Professor
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From Grave, to teach to Dethrone
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Your Lawful King and Successor?
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Whom next to Heaven we own.
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If these be Tricks of your Whiggish Tribe,
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No Saint will ever the Devil Chide;
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Though in the bottom of Hell he Hide:
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Such Lovers of Kings the wrong way.
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Then Hey Boys Trounce it and Bounce it,
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For Monarchy gets the Day.
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IV.
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Must Nine-penny Esquire be forgotten;
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O! do not to memory bring
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Those Hamburgh Sayings, where hot ones;
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Damn'd Rogue didst thou Murder the K---?
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Must still the Zealous o'r rule us;
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Shall Council Gowns be above
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Majesty, Sword, Mace, then tell us
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Who better then Moor--- can Love.
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Loyalty burneth within his Breast,
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Religion is his chief Interest;
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The City he would with Peace Invest;
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Was they not blinded with Zeal.
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Then Hey Boyes Laugh it and Quaffe it,
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Let Moor--- to the King Appeal.
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V.
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Be gone base Sons of the Nation,
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That Love not the Power of Kings;
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Go seek Dad Be---els new Station,
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'Twill hold Ten thousand such Things:
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Go Mourn the Sin of Rebellion
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You would set up in the City;
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Take with you, your New Friend Pa---
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The rest of the Old Committee.
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Let Love and Loyalty once more Reign
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Within your Breasts, for great Charlemain,
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And for the Prince, that's come home again,
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Who our Peace will support.
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Then Hey Boyes Drink it, ne'r Shrink it,
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Here's a Health to the King and Court.
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