Mount Taraghs Triumph. 5. July. 1626.
To the tune of the Careere.
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KIng Charles be thou blest, with peace and with rest;
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who caus'd this assembly hither.
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Welcome yee Peeres, yee Earles of our Shires,
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yee Viscounts, and Barons together.
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Taragh the Mount, his joyes doth account,
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being grac'd with your gratefull presence.
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Nobles then all, at Falkland his call,
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to Charles see you give your obeysance.
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Knights of great merits, generous of spirits,
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to Taragh ye'are welcome this day:
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Esquiers, and gentrie, the force of our Countrie,
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to march on in battle array:
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Spirits of great worth, from the South to the North,
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whose hearts doe to honor aspire,
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To stand with renowne, for Charles and his Crowne,
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is your onely delight, and desire.
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The Squadrons appeere, the Troupes they Careere,
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from the foote of the Hill, to the top:
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With force (like a flood, being mainely withstood)
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their courage indureth no stop.
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King Charles to thy Troupes, the hill of Taragh stoupes
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that long a Royall Mansion hath beene:
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With Ecchoes in the skies, it shouts and it cries,
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long life to King Charles and his Queene.
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What can your foes, expect but your blowes,
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and the force of your conquering hands?
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If they be bent, to take their event,
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to approach to your shoars, or your sands;
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Backe you will send them, or altogether end them:
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for the heavens and your right will uphold you:
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Captaines why then, come marshall your men,
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as if Mars, or King Charles did behold you.
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Falkland behold, this Armie most bold,
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most constant, and loyall of hearts;
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To make up their Fortes, or to maintaine their Portes,
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prepar'd to performe their parts:
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With hearts they doe show such homage as they owe,
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and straight at a call doe attend:
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King Charles his Pavillion against an arm'd Million
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of foes, they will stoutly defend.
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The Median-soyle, unpatient of the foyle,
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is the heart of our native land;
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Mount Taragh of fame is the heart of the same
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whereon this Royall armie doth stand:
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That heart, of her heart, with every other part,
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faire Ireland presents to her King,
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With Trumpets and Drums (not fearing for that comes)
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King Charles his triumph let us sing.
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Yee Gentlemen, and Squiers, yee Knights of the Shires,
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your service with courage maintaine:
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In everie degree let noble Falkland see
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that your hearts, with your Prince doe remaine:
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Then will he relate unto the King and State,
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that Ireland breeds subjects most loyall,
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Yee Barons, Viscounts, Earles, give thankes to King Charles;
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who caus'd this assembly most royall.
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