Gallant Newes from Ireland.
Being a true Relation of the Lord Inchequins taking the City of Tredah, and the
two strong Garrisons Trim and Dundalk upon surrender with all the Armes,
and Amunition, upon the 19. & 20. of July, 1649. Farther since the latter end of June, at
least 8 strong fortified Townes Forrs and Gastles have been taken by storme and com-
position by the magnanimous Ormond and his potent Heroick Forses: having also be-
sieged all their Forts, Towers, Castles, Towns, Cities, who will suddenly be sole Victor o-
ver Ireland, with the valiant resolution of Prince Ruperts Fleet, which takes and retakes
Shipping every day for the use of CHARLES the Second.
To the tune of, Spindolow, or brave Essex and drake.
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IN faire Olimpus high,
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A degree above the Skie,
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the Gyants rebelled in their Senates,
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Being furious mad they rose,
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Their God-head to oppose,
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to unthrown all the seven noble planets,
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At Jupiter they aim'd,
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Who is in glory fam'd,
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for to tare him and's Crownet quite a-sunder
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But Jove being King,
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His lightning down did fling,
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and consum'd many Gyants with thunder.
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Stand up stout Mars,
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The God of bloody wars,
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& mount on your Steed with great power,
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For Tipheus he amaine,
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With his aspiring traine,
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rises up Paphos Queene to devower,
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For Jupiter the great,
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Sitting in his regall Seate,
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they would rend Titans Chariot quite a-sunder,
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But Jove being King, etc.
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This Planetary warre,
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Unto ours may compare,
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which hath wasted three gallant stately Nations,
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For Pride against their King,
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Made their Cannos loud to ring,
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yet they sweeten'd our hearts by Procla-mations,
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With many a faire pretence,
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They'd make glorious their Prince,
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they have chopt him and's honor quite a-sunder
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But Jove being King,
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His lightning down will fling,
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and hee'l make the Elements to thunder.
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Although Charles be dead,
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Wede owne another Head,,
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the second of that most Royall Name,
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Though fortune doe frown,
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It is Charles must weare the Crown,
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see see the dog-star eclipses all his fame,
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But his luster shineth forth,
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From the South unto the North,
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from the East to the West all doe wonder,
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But Jove being King,
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His lightning down doth fling,
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& will makes all the elements to thunder,
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Then cheere up brave Boyes,
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Which are the Kingdoms Joyes,
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for Ormond ore Ireland is Victor,
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Lord Inchequin hath taine,
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Tredah with all it's traine,
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far better then any Coblers Lector,
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Dundalk and strong Trim,
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For the happinesse of him,
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I mean Charles the Peoples greatest won-der,
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But Jove being King, etc.
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The Irish Harpes in tune,
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And since the month of June,
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eight of their chiefest Garrisons be taken,
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Towns, Cities and strong forts,
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As Intelligence ryports,
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have been stormed, by them were quite for-saken,
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Their Cannons loud will rattle,
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To invite them to a battle,
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big ambition will swell itself asunder,
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For Jove being King,
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His lightning down doth fling,
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& hee'l ma[k]e all the Eelements to thunder
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