The SUCCESS
OF THE
Two English Travellers,
Newly Arrived at LONDON.
To an excellent new Irish Tune.
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AS we was a ranging
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upon the salt Seas,
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For France and for Spain,
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our humours to please;
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But when we came there,
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the first News we did hear,
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Was, You Rebles of England
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what do you do here?
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When we was a walking
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along in the Street,
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Both Men, Wives, and Children,
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and all we did meet,
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They gathered up Stones,
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and at us did fling,
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Crying, Rebles of England
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you murther'd your King.
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All this being odious
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unto our own hearts,
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Then from the French
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we were forc'd to depart;
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The French did deride us,
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with scornful disdain;
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We hoised up Top-sail,
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and sailed for Spain.
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But when we came there,
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we'd not set foot on Land,
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But straight they perceiv'd
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that we were English Men;
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With their hands on their Rapiers,
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their Cloaks off did fling,
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Crying, Rebles of England,
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you murther'd your King.
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All this being odious
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unto our conceits,
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We hoised and hastned
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up into the Straits:
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Next Port unto Venice,
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intending to go,
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Not fearing nor dreading
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they did of it know.
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But when we came there,
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our Ships they did scan,
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They saw by our Colours
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we were English Men;
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O they laugh'd in their Lingo,
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and at us did fleer,
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You Rebles of England
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what do you do here?
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Thus twenty Years wandring
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from Sea-port to Town,
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In all parts abused,
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resolv'd to turn home:
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We steer'd up for London,
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but when we came there,
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The Court all in Mourning,
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put us in despair.
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Then great Charles of England,
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we found was Interr'd,
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And some known Offenders
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in Mourning appear'd;
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Who for some Years together,
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had design'd and swore,
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To serve him as they did
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his Father before.
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Great James of his Birth-right
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they sought to Depose,
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But now for ten Guinneys
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you'll find none of those:
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King James is Established
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safe in his Throne,
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And none shall Invade
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the just Rights of the Crown.
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And now we'r resolved
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in Emgland to stay,
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And wait for to serve,
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and our King to obey;
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And his Royal Consort,
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Queen Marys blest Name;
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And we'll drive both the French
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and the Dutch o're the Main.
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