Monmouth Degraded
Or James Scot, the little King in
LYME
A SONG
To the Tune of Hark, hark, the Thundering Cannons roar, etc.
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I.
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COme Beat Alarum, Sound a Charge,
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As well without as in the Verge,
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Let every Sword and Soul be large,
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To make our Monarch Shine Boyes:
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Let's leave off Whores and Drunken Souls,
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And windy words o're briming Bowls;
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Let English Hearts exceed the Poles,
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Perkin, King in Lyme Boyes.
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II.
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Such a Fop-King was ne're before
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Is Landed on our Western shore,
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Which our black Saints do all adore,
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Inspir'd by Tub-Divine Boyes:
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Let us assume the Souls of Mars,
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And March in Order, Foot and Horse,
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Pull down the Standard at the Cross,
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Of Perkin King in Lyme Boyes.
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III.
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Pretended Son unto a King,
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Subject of Delights in Sin,
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The most ungrateful Wretch of Men,
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Dishonor to the Shrine Boyes;
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Of Charles and James, the undoubted Right
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Of Englands Crown and Honours Bright,
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While he can find us work, let's Fight,
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Perkin, King in Lyme Boyes.
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IV.
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The Sainted Sisters now looks Blew,
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Their Cants all False if God be True,
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Their Teaching Stallions dare not do,
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No more but Squeeze and Whine Boyes;
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Exhorting all the Clowns to Fight
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Against their God, King, Church and Right,
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Takes Care, for all their Wives at Night,
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For Perkin, King in Lyme Boyes.
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V.
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Poor Perkin now, he is no more,
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But James Scot, as he was before;
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No Honour left but Soul to soar,
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Till quite expir'd with time Boyes
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But first he'l call his Parliament,
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By Ferguson and Gray's Consent,
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Trenchard and all the Boars in's Tent,
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Fit for the King in Lyme Boyes.
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VI.
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'Gainst these mock Kings, each draw his Sword
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In Blood we'll print them on Record,
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Traytors against their Sovereign Lord,
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Let's always Fight and joyn Boyes,
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Now they'r Block'd up by Sea and Land,
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By Treason they must fall or stand,
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We only wait the Kings Command,
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To Burn the Rogues in Lyme Boyes.
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VII.
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But now we hear they'r sallied forth,
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Front and Flank 'em, South and North,
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Nobles of brave Englands Worth,
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Let your bright Honours shine Boys;
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Let Guns and Cannons Roar and Ring,
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The Musique of a Warlike King,
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And all the Gods just Conquest bring,
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Against the Rogues in Lyme Boyes.
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