Monmouth's Downfal;
OR, THE
ROYAL VICTORY.
To the Tune of, Hark, I hear the Cannons Roar.
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HArk, I hear the Trumpets sound,
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The Loyal Joys and Shouts go round;
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Whilst th' Echoing Hills and Dales rebound,
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The Whiggs are all surrounded.
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At Joves dread Thunder, Jamess Frown,
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Behold the Foes of Church and Crown;
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Th' old Rebel Gyants tumbling down,
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To Death and Hell Confounded.
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II.
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Argyle and Rumbolds Loosing Chance
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Began to lead the solemn Dance:
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And Monmouths Fate does next advance,
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To fill the fatal Chorus.
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Their mounted Heads begin to make
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Our baffled Hero's Courage quake,
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And the Good Old Cause a tottering shake;
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For Jamess Sword's Victorious.
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III.
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Come ye great Phanatick Dons,
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Welcome all my Tyburn Sons;
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Whilst the bending Gibbet groans
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With loads of Whiggs all round her:
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And th' Imperial Tonys Ghost,
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Lord of all the Stygian Coast,
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Salutes the vast descending Host;
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The mighty Whigland-Founder.
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IV.
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No more that little Crop-ear'd Saint,
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Fergusons Tub-Gospel Cant
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Shall th' aspiring Fop Enchant,
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And make dull fools adore him.
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Great James, in spight of Scotch Kirk Loons,
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The feeble Rumbold Musquetoons,
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And all the Zealous Taunton Clowns,
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Shall drive the World before him.
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V.
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Rampant Zeal's forever tamed,
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The Tecklite Reformation shamm'd,
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The Presbyter-Turk, and Devil damn'd,
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And the long charm all ended.
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Quench'd are now th' Infernal brands,
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Whilst safe from Impious Rebel Hands,
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Great Jamess Life and Empire stands,
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By Angel Guards defended.
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VI.
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Then our Fears and Sorrows drown'd,
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Let the Jocund Bowls go round,
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With Royal Caesars Health all Crown'd,
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And farewel all Delusion.
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To the sanctified True-Blue,
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That Hypocrite, false, pretending Crew;
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To give the Rebel Devil his due,
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Perdition and Confusion.
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