The Pepys Ballads. Volume V The Pepys Ballads, Volume 5: 1689-1691: Numbers 254-341 [Reprint 2014 ed.] 9780674430266, 9780674334496

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The Tepys ^Ballads VOLUME V

LONDON : H U M P H R E Y M I L F O R D OXFORD UNIVERSITY

PRESS

The Pepys Ballads E D I T E D BY

H Y D E R E D W A R D ROLLINS

VOLUME V 1689—1691

Numbers 254—341

Ψ HARVARD UNIVERSITY PRESS Cambridgey -¿Massachusetts

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COPYRIGHT, 1 9 3 1 BY THE PRESIDENT AND FELLOWS OF HARVARD COLLEGE

PRINTED AT THE HARVARD UNIVERSITY PRESS CAMBRIDGE, MASS., U . S . A .

I haue not been ashamed to aduenture mine eares with a ballad-singer, and they haue come home loaden to my liking, doubly satisfied, with profit, and with recreation. Sir William Cornwallis.

PREFACE

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H I S fifth volume of T"he Pepys Ballads contains eighty-eight ballads of great variety of subjects, beginning with the date of August 12, 1689, anir Cloubßölp â>f)Obcil, 3fn tfje Jäap of Dublin, on Good-Fryday, in bringing tfje Pellican-$xi%at out of tfjeir harbor in Œrtumpt anii ^Jittorp. Tune of,

Let Cœsar live long.

lUcens'b accotbing to ©rber. ι

\ T O w noble brave Boys, let the sweet Trumpet sound, -i-^l While Seamen with Trophies of honor are Crown'd; For gracious King William they '11 fight till they dye, And scorn from the face of a Tory to flye; Sir brave Cloudesly-Shovell saiVd to Dublin-Äry; And brought the brave Pellican-Frigat away.

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Old James and his Teagues they did stand and behold Our noble Commander couragious and bold, Who ventur'd just close to the banks of their shore, And laid the proud Enemy sprawling in gore: With Fire and Sword, Boys, we enter'd the Bay, And brought the brave Pellican-Frigat away.

3

Our noble Commander first enter'd aboard On the Monmouth-Yacht, this did courage afford To all the brave Sailors of Protestant pride, Who vow'd they wou'd venture to dye by his side; Then crossing the Bar, they enter'd the Bay, And brought the brave Pellican-Frigat away.

4

The Tory-Commander did fire amain, While we did salute him with Bullets again, Till twenty or more of his Rebells were kill'd, Now when he our valour and courage beheld, He straight cut his Cable to flye from the Fray, But we brought the brave Pellican Frigat away.

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The Protestants Goods they were sending for France, B y us they were stopt, ay, and taken by chance; Which made the poor French-men to swear, fret & frown To see our brave Seamen of fame and renown, With what resolution our Guns they did play, When we brought the brave Pellican-Frigat away.

6

The Tories came down with their Foot and their Horse, And with their old Master lamented his loss; And into the Water a Party did ride, Discharging their Pistols against our Ships side, But like Men of Courage our Guns we did play, And brought the brave Pellican-Frigat away.

7

You damn'd English Dogs, one proud Monsieur did cry, But straight at his Horse we a Bullet let flye; He was in a rage for to find such salutes, That straight he was forc'd to shake off his lack-Boots; Then after the Rebels our Guns we did play, And brought the brave Pellican-Frigat away.

8

But here is one thing that is worthy of note, Two Protestant-Boys they did wade to our Boat; We straight took them in, and their Lives we did save, An account of the fears of the Rebels they gave; Our Streamers we spread, and our Flags did display, And brought the brave Pellican-Frigat away.

9

This is but a Rellish and taste of their Doom, Brave Boys we will down with the Bullworks of Rome, The Rebels in France they may put their whole trust, While we all their Glory lay low in the dust: With Fire and Sword, Boys, we'l enter the Fray, King William's great Army shall carry the Day.

Printed for R. Kelly at the White Hart near Pye-Corner, in West-Smithfield.

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Th e Bedfordsh ire proph ecy il, 69, black letter, four columns, three woodcuts, slightly torn. Here is a genuine marvel credibly witnessed! Mr. Godson, of Bedfordshire, died on April 26, 1690, and after twelve hours returned to life. 1 To his wondering family and friends he explained that God had personally commanded him to return to earth for seven days that he might deliver certain messages. These latter turn out to be unimportant, at least so far as heavenly revelations are concerned. More to the purpose are Mr. Godson's prophecies that King William will sail to Ireland and conquer his enemies; that he will take prisoner " H e that his Promise did so often break" (meaning, I suppose, Richard Hamilton, Tyrconnel's brother-in-law and lieutenant-general, or, more probably, James I I himself); and that a mighty one, perhaps Louis X I V , will in a year's time be killed by a cannon-ball. Hamilton was captured at the Boyne on J u l y 1 and was ultimately imprisoned in the Tower. If stanza 14 does (as I doubt) refer to him, not to James I I , Godson was a fair prophet. He was, however, less satisfying in his speeches about the other world than was Anna Atherton, a girl of fourteen, who according to her brother, Dr. Atherton of Carmarthen (The Resurrection Proved: Or., The Lije to come Demonstrated, 1680), fell sick in November, 1669, apparently died in the following February, and lay in a trance for seven days. Here follows The Maids Speech when she came out of her Τranee. 0 Mother! Since I was absent from you, I have been in Heaven, an Angel went before me to conduct me thither; I passed through three several Gates, and at length I came to Heaven Gate, where I saw things very glorious and unutterable, as Saints, Angels, and the like, in glorious Apparel; and heard Unparalleld Musick, Divine Anthems and Hallelu-jahs. 1 would fain have entred that glorious place, but the Angel that went before me, withstood me, yet I thought myself half in: but he told me, I 1

See Historical Manuscripts Commission, Tenth Report, Appendix, pt. iv,

p. 4 4 1 , for a ballad of the reign of James I which tells how a woman of Brigstock, Northamptonshire, lay " d e a d " for fourteen hours and then came to life for five days before finally dying.

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THE PEPYS BALLADS could not be admitted now, but I must go back, and take leave of my Friends, and after some short time, I should be admitted. So he brought me hither again, and is now standing at the Beds-feet; Mother! Y o u must needs see him, he is all in white.

Sad to relate, " H e r Mother told her, I t was but a Dream or Fancy, and that she knew not what she said." Perhaps Anna herself grew doubtful, for it was some two years before the angel finally carried her away for good. More exciting still was the experience of Mr. Henry Watts, minister of Market-Ripley, Yorkshire, who {The Yorkshire Wonder, 1698) " l a y Dead for above Eight and Forty Hours together" (that is, from August 5 to August 7, 1698), was then restored to life, and "related many strange things which he had seen, during his being in that Trance in the other World, and to the amazement of all, he still continues to tell several Persons all their Secret Sins, before they speak one to him." " I have been on a long J o u r n e y , " Watts declared, "where I had many and Extraordinary Secrets made known to me, some of which I am not to revail [V/c], but thus much I have Commission for, viz. As soon as my Soul was seperated from this lump of Larth [ViV], all my Sins were exposed before me, seemingly Engraven as on a Marble Table in Crimson Letters, which very much astonished me, the Scrol was so large every tittle of them being fresh in my Memory, which caused me almost to dispare, when at that very instant m y good Angel presented me with a White and Pleasent Rool [J/CH, in which all my good Acts were Written in Letters of Shining Gold, as also my Holy Praye[Y]s, and Charitable Practices, which shin'd above all the rest more g l o r i o u s l y ; 1 . . . so waiting and expecting my Sentence I suddainly was bid to return again to the Body I had left, in order to warn and perswaid Presumptions Cn'c] Sinners to forsake their Sins, and put on the happy and white Rayment of Christ Jesus. B u t Oh my Friends, I cannot express the bitter Loathing and Hatefull difficulties, with which I re-entred this so foul and Abominale [jic\ Carcass." 2 Somewhat on the same nature are A 1 This "revelation" of the marble table and the pleasant roll was a commonplace long before 1698. See, for example, Bede's Ecclesiastical History, v, 1 3 ; Robert Mannyng of Brunne's Handlyng Synne, ed. F . J . Furnivall, 1901, part ι, pp. 1 4 7 - 1 5 0 ; the Gesta Romanorum, story 86 (in S. J . H. Herrtage's

The Early English Versions of the Gesta Romanorum, pp. 406-407 [Early

English Text Society, 1879]); and " A comfortable new Ballad of a Dreame

of a Sinner" in my Pepysian Garland, pp. 176-178. 2

This pamphlet was re-issued about 1770 under the title of The

Surry

Wonder; Giving A true and strange Relation of Mr. Henry Watts, Minister of [106]

THE BEDFORDSHIRE PROPHECY New Prophesy; Or, An Account Of a young Girl\_ Katherine Atkinson, of T o r v e r in Lancashire]], not above Eight Tears of Age: Who being in a Trance, or lay as deadfor the Space of Forty Eight Hours. With an Account of the Strange and Wonderful Sight that she see in the other World and The Pious Virgin: Or, Religious Maid. Being A Relation of the wonderful and Divine Speeches of Sarah Shrimpton, Daughter to Mrs. Shrimpton, living in Rochester, who, falling into a Trance, declared the wonderful Things she had seen, two chap-books printed about 1750. Finally, reference m a y be made to John Robson, of Norham, near Berwick-on-Tweed, who saw heaven in a trance on April 2, 1794, if his printed story m a y be credited. Unfortunately none of these stories, or of numerous others that might be cited, gratifies sufficiently the curiosity of the average searcher for the truth! Bernard's vision takes its name from " S a i n t Bernard's Vision. T o the tune of Fortune, my foe" (Roxburghe Ballads, 11, 490-497). Fortune, my foe and Aim not too high will be found in Chappell's Popular Music, ι, 162-164, 167. Rygate, in the county of Surry, who lay in a Trance forty-eight Hours, and, again, as The Surprising Wonder Of Doctor Watts, Who Lay in a Trance Three Bays. In neither pamphlet is there an acknowledgment to the original story.

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Ci)e JSebforbsínre ^ropíjesíte: ®&e ¿trange anb toonberfuU "Vision of í f t r . Godson oí tfte Œoton of Nonwich, tofjo ¡stdw'b on tïjc IStïi. of April, 1690. anb l a n g u i d ' b to tfje 26tf). anb tijen bpeb; pet after Œtoelbe (jours; íitá S p i r i t return'b to ijtm again, anb fje sabe tfitó foliotants delation. Œfje Œrutf) of tfjísí gtteáteb bp Mtllíam Cellp, Bobertsí, V W l t a m ^ornftp.

fornai

T o the Tune of Bernard's Vision, or, Aim not too high.

Hítenáeb accorbíns to ©rber. ι

ι

/ ^ O o d People all I pray you to attend V j r Vnto this D i t t y which I here have penn'd, Of a strange Wonder late in Bedfordshire, T h e like before I think you ne'er did hear. Within the Town of Nonwich there did dwell, One Mr. Godson, who was known full well, T o be a true Religious Man indeed, Who would the Poor distressed often feed.

3

A t length it was the Lord's most gracious Will T h a t on the Eighteenth day of April He sickn'd then, and languishing he lay, And dy'd upon the Six and twentieth day.

4

He lay Twelve hours there depriv'd of Breath, In the cold Icey Arms of pale-fac'd Death, Then did his Soul reassume his former State, Vnto the World strange things he did relate.

5

Then turning to his Wife and Children Dear, With other Friends, he pray'd them to give ear; Saying, I have a Message to you all, And therefore now to God for Mercy call.

6

In whose most Blessed Presence I have bin, Since my Departure from this Flesh of Sin; Where I such splendid Glory did behold, Which was more bright than pure refined Gold. [lo8]

THE BEDFORDSHIRE

PROPHECY

7

From whence I know this wretched World below Are Vanities will bring both Grief and Woe; If true repenting Tears do's not make way For your poor Souls before a dying day.

8

Your Gold and Silver is but Dung and Dross, Ten thousand Worlds cannot repair the Loss Of one poor Soul that unrepented dyes, Turn from your Sins I do you all advise.

9

From the Celestial Mansions am I sent, To this Terresti al earthly Tenement, W i t h a brief Message, then I must away, M y time is short I have not long to stay.

10

I stay but Seven days, and then return, Therefore I pray observe this great Concern : When first that Place of Glory I beheld, M y Soul was then with admiration fill'd.

11

One streight in Glory did before me stand, Having a Golden Vial in his Hand, From whence into my Mouth Water did flow, Said I, Good Lord, W h a t shall thy Servant do?

12

I am thy Fellow-servant, then said he, Go back, and tell the W o r l d the Lord's Decree; His People's Prayers he has been pleas'd to hear, And therefore now their Foes they need not fear.

13

He likewise said, K . William should Sail o'er, W i t h a vast Army to the Irish Shore, And there subdue his Romish Enemies, W h o soon shall fall a bleeding Sacrafice.

14

He likewise said, K . William soon should take He that his Promise did so often break, Where full Six Months he should confined lye, And at the length yield up the Ghost and dye;

15

But yet a Twelvemonth still the War should last Vntil the Europe Princes they should blast The fading Glory of a mighty One, Who by this means shou'd then be overthrown. [109]

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16

For looking over a high Castle Wall, His Head should be struck by a Cannon Ball, And then all Places should Surrender streight, And bloudy Wars would presently abate.

17

This is the Summe of what he did declare, T o his dear Wife and Neighbours which was there Hereby you to my words may credit give, I have no more than Seven days to live.

18

A n d then he told them all that he should dye, T h e which it seems he did accordingly, The Truth of this strange W o n d e r will appear From honest Men of Credit far and near. Printed in the Year 1690.

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A dialogue between the French and Irish officers v , 62, roman and italic type, two columns, stanzas numbered in arabic numerals, musical score given. On the tune see also N o . 107, and for a later version of the ballad see N o . 373. Luttrell (11, 44) in M a y , 1690, reports that " t h e governour of Charlemont demanded a parley, and after articles were agreed on for the surrender of the place, that the garison should march out with their arms, bag and baggage, drums beating, colours flying, match lighted, & c . ; and accordingly the place was surrendred the 14th, wherein was left a good quantity of ammunition, 17 brasse cannon, and 2 mortars." T h i s doleful event is discussed b y a French and an Irish officer who were members of the Charlemont garrison. Their dialogue is not clearly articulated, but it brings out strongly the ballad-writer's theory: that, when D u k e Schömberg and K i n g William attack, neither T e a g u e nor Monsieur T a y l o r will be courageous enough to fight. Praise is bestowed not only on the native English soldiers but also on the D u t c h troops of Schömberg, Ginkel, and Solms, and the brigade of Danish mercenaries commanded b y D u k e Charles Frederick of Wurtemberg. 1 In M a r c h James I I had published a proclamation (Luttrell, 11, 26-27; cf. Journal of the Very Rev. Rowland Davies, LL.D., ed. Richard Caulfield, p. 97, Camden Society, 1857) " m a k ing it very penal to say that the Danes are landed in that kingdom [Ireland]; because the Irish have gott a prophecy amongst them, that they should be extirpated b y the Danes, which has occasioned a great terrour amongst them." 1 These "six or seven thousand Dains," according to Abraham de la Pryme (Diary, ed. Charles Jackson, pp. 16-18, Surtees Society, 1870), were " all stout fine men, the best equip'd and disciplin'd of any that was ever seen," "mighty godly and religious," "mighty good-natured, and kind, and civel." There were "6000 Foot and 1000 Horse" in the Danish contingent, according to a single sheet, " A True and Exact Account of the Regiments of Horse and Foot in the Service of Their Majesties " (licensed June 3,1690).

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BALLADS

9 3BM1L Courage, ©tir Bopal Jílonarcíj'á tailing Heabe of íjís ong, d r i t t e n bp an English ê>aplor, a Melito «φ et to tïj e Híg^í "Valiant Couragtouá Mastiffs, attb tfje Œotal ea € η · Basement. T o a Tune, Which no-body can deny.

ι I A 1

Nor how they were bang'd by Invincible Drake,3 Nor the Courage and Conduct of Excellent Blake * Nor of Men that Fought bravely when all was at Stake Which, &c.

3

But a sort of Sea-Fight 'tween the French & Hollander, Where th1 English had joyn'd,but that their Comm—der In Chief, wou'd not be a with- but a by-stander Which, &c.

4

The Dutch to the Enemy boldly drew near, But th' Adm—ral o'th English more wisely did steer, For he thought it was safer to keep in the Rear Which, &c.

5

Grafton ('twas said) came couragiously in, And by mauling the French great honour did win, But Torr' was resolv'd to sleep in a whole Skin Which, &c.

6

Had each Ship and its Captain but been Indépendant, T h e y ' d certainly made a more glorious end on't, Then Commanded by such a stout superintendant Which, &c.

1 I

Sing not the Battle (so Fam'd) of Lepanto,1 Nor what the Turks got by the Siege of Otranto,a Nor the Spanish Armada so brave and gallanto Which no body can deny.

In which the fleet of the holy league defeated the Turks on October 7,

571· 3 A town in Apulia, Italy, destroyed by the Turkish fleet in I480. 3 Sir Francis Drake (11596). * Admiral Robert Blake (1599-1657). [180]

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1Tyrrel

and Dorrei did boldly stand to 'em, (Thinking to beat the French and to undo 'em,) But th' Adm 1 only came thither to view 'em, Which, &c.

8

And thô the French Fleet was so little esteem'd, And their Courage and Conduct despisable deem'd, T o wise Herb 1 they plainly Invincible seem'd Which, &c.

9

Some Ships too Fool-hardy did headlong engage, Which put the Stout Adm 1 in such a rage, T h a t nought but a W — 1 could his passion asswage Which, &c.

10

When the Shot from the Enemy flying at random Slew the stout Hero's Dog, that could no way withstand 'em, His Bit s 1 desired their Master to land 'em Which,, &c.

11

'Twould make a Man, much more a Woman, agast Sir, T o see a Dog kill'd 'twixt the Leggs of his Master, Who much more deserv'd such a dismal disaster Which, &c.

12

Some say that he wanted both Powder and Ball, Be that true or false, it was certainly all One to him, whose Courage was so very small Which &c.

13

The Dutch at the Enemy bravely did Fire all, Tho' Art ur commanded the Fleet to retire all, For which if he be'nt H g'd we much shou'd Admireall Which, &c.

1

Sic.

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T H E PEPYS BALLADS 14 Thô the French for a time may bluster and boast Of the Honour they won, by Ί' η lost, Their Courage will cool when our Fleet's on their Coast Which, &c. 15 Not One Town of theirs, nor Two, Three nor Four Shall appease for the pranks they play'd on our Shoar, We have Admirals now that will pay off the Score Which, &c. Printed at the request of a Tarr. For the diversion of the Melancholly Widows of Wtipping.

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England's triumph IV, 2 2 3 , black letter, four columns, two woodcuts.

This is an interesting example of propaganda — a kind of war journalism that helped to deceive the people about the outcome of the naval engagement of June 30 (not July 1). Both the title and the verses state emphatically that the French have been defeated and that the English fleet remains lord of the seas. Far different was the actual situation. Captain A. T . Mahan (The Influence of Sea Power upon History, 1898, p. 184) calls Beachy Head " t h e most complete naval victory ever gained" up to that time. 1 See Nos. 299 and 300. For the tune see No. 240. T h e ballad (like No. 312) was published at two distinct book-shops. 1 M o r e accurately, M a h a n is repeating the words of P a u l H o s t e ( U Art des Armies Navales, 1697, p. 28a), w h o was on board the flag-ship: " j e ne pense pas qu'on ait j a m a i s remporté sur mer une victoire si compiette."

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THE PEPYS BALLADS Œriumpfj ©ber tlje Φ&, €ng,litíb ffltn Horbá of tíjc ©cean, Ά ü e t o â>ong, upon tlje (great anb JSloobp engagement ïiettoeen tíje English in Conjunttton toítíj tfje Butch, agatnöt tfje toíjole ¿Hanual 1 Jfovcea of tfje French King; €ngageb off tfte Coaet of Sussex, tfje Jfiret, 1690. T o the T u n e of, The Leggan Water.

iUcenieb accorbing to ©rber.

1

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O I n c e the Frenchmen durst come o'er, O To brave us on the English shoar, The Thundring Cannons make them pay, And rue that e'er they saw the day.

ι

In Smoak and Fire their Fortunes drown'd, And Heaven their Plots does quite confound; In vain the Tyrants seek to fright Our English Courage that dares fight.

3

Lords of the Ocean we will be, In spite of Lewis Cruelty; The Plague that so long vext the World, Shall by our Thunder down be hurl'd.

4

Ambition in the briney Wave, By English Valour has its grave; In vain our Foes do Fight, in vain, When Heaven our Cause it does maintain.

5

Bold Monsieur shall truckle under Brittish and the Belgick Thunder; The bloody Fight now makes them rue That ever near our Coast they drew.

6

The Plots they thought to meet with here, Discover'd e're their comming were; And instead of Landing now, To Plunder us, and bring us low.

Text Mannal. [184]

ENGLAND'S

TRIUMPH

7

Sword and Flames the Dastards find, And think devouring Seas too kind; T o save them from the lowder Fire, T h a t strives to pay them their due hire.

8

For Battered by our Cannon they Seek to shift and run away: And down the Main Mast goes with speed, A Broad-side next the Fates decreed

9

T o Sink the Glory of their Fleet, Whilst here the Flaming Vessels meet The daring Frenchmen, and o'rethrow The Pride of our Insulting Foe.

10

The Seas and Fire they do contend, Which first of all shall be their end: Blew Neptune in his watery Waves, Prepares them everlasting Graves.

11

Blood the Ocean's face does dye, Whilst Bullets like to Hail do flye; And they for Quarters cry in vain, 'Tis now too late for to complain:

12

N o mercy to a Cruel Foe The English or the Dutch will show; But What the Bullets will afford, In Complements, when Board, and Board. 1

13

T h e True Religion is the Stake, Which T y r a n t Rome now void wou'd make: Our Lives for its protection are Accounted never, never dear.

14

Then God Protect our Noble King, And all his Foes to ruine bring; And as we now our Foes o're come, So let us Triumph over Rome.

Printed for I. Millet, at the Angel in Little-Brittain, and A. Milbourn, at the Stationers Arms in the Little-Old-Bayley. 1

Perhaps read when they fall on board. [185]

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Great and happy news for England II, 301, black letter, four columns, four woodcuts. Here is a news-letter, most of the statements in which are inaccurate. E v e n the date of the battle of the Boyne is apparently given (stanza 15) as June 2 instead of July 1. And, although the truth is told about the death of Duke Schömberg and Dr. George Walker, neither the Duke of Berwick (stanza 2) nor the Duke of Tyrconnel (stanza 6) was slain, 1 while Dublin fell on July 6, not June 2 (though probably Junes second in stanza 15 is a misprint for Jove's second, that is, King William). I t seems likely, then, that the ballad was written from rumors, not from an official or a newspaper report. For the tune see No. 240. 1 T h e Huntington Library has a single sheet, " G r e a t and Glorious News from Ireland" (1690), which tells of William's victory at the Boyne: " A m o n g s t other great Officers that were Slain, were found the Dukes of Berwick and Tyrconnel, and the Lord Dungan; and among the Prisoners was Brigadier General Richard Hamilton, and other great Officers."

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G R E A T AND H A P P Y NEWS FOR E N G L A N D (great anìi i&appp jftetoi ©3a, Œfje ïiefeat of tfje / r / i grmp bp Itfttg WILLIAM, in a iHortal JBattle near Dublin, tottfj tfje Account of tfje Jfatal ilo«*, &c. To the Tune of, The Liggan Water.

1

ι

Τ Et the Nations now revive, JL/English Arms in Ireland thrive; Great King WILLIAM with his Thunder, Makes the Tories truckle under,

2

And does disappoint them still, Whilst his powerful Bullets kill. For Duke Berwick he is dead, And all the Irish from us fled.

3

The Mighty Warriour 1 though he's lost, The Papists great Designs are crost; His Vallour through the World is fam'd; And he Renown'd where e're he's nam'd:

Schömberg.

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4

Vallour will it self out live, Fame of Vallour will survive, T o give him then his due, let all Say that we did our Champion call.

5

On the Mortal Plain they fought, Where our Cause the Triumph wrought, Best of Causes gain'd the day, And Popery it did dismay:

6

For Tyrconnel he is slain Vpon the fatal Irish Plain; And great King William he comes on, 'Till our proud Foes are quite undone.

7

Retreating from his Arms they fled, Our Courage fill'd them full of Dread, Mighty Schömberg still in Arms, Fear'd not Battles nor Alarms:

8

In Camp from Infancy was bred, His Courage nothing e're could dread; By base Surprize some say he fell, Y e t Victory he did foretell.

9

His Vallour Monsieur did controul, And let the Tyrant know his Soul Could not from a Prince be free, That Protestants gave Liberty: [188]

G R E A T A N D H A P P Y NEWS FOR E N G L A N D 10

And though in Fields of War defi'd, His Courage through the World was try'd, Marshal of haughty France he stood, 'Till that rash Monarch div'd in Blood.

11

Of Protestants to urge his sway, And make the wretched him obey; Great Walker's Fate with him we joyn, Though something an Inferiour Line;

12

Thy Name great Walker ne'er shall dye, Your either Fame shall reach the Skye; The Bloody Fight no death can give, Here and hereafter you shall live.

13

When our loud Thunder on the shoar, To France's terrour loud shall roar, The Fates shall pay them back again Those Lives that by surprize were slain;

14

The kinder Powers our King defend, 'Till dismal War shall make an end; And let the Mighty Heroes rest In Honour's Bed, by Fame possest.

15

Junes second gave the fatal blow, Great Dublin s Walls at it did bow; The Fatal doom of Sword and Fire, They gave the Frenchmen their due hire:

16

Proud Lewis sweated when he knew King William gave his Men their due, And though some great Commanders fell, Yet dying, were revenged well.

17

Our Foes full many breath'd their last, And Numbers on the ground were cast; The Kingdom now we claim our own, The Hopes of all our Foes are gone; [189]

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Fear not then brave Boys but run, The Triumph it comes speedy on; King Williarn s Fortune it does rise, And we our Foes shall all despise.

Printed for J. Bissel, at the Bible and Harp in West-Smithfield.

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3°3 A dialogue between James, Berwick, and Tyrconnel il, 3 1 1 , black letter, three columns, two woodcuts. A t the battle of the Boyne, July 1, 1690, " K i n g James did not engage at all in this action (as king William did, who was up and down in the hottest of the action, to encourage his men and urge them forward by his own example, not to be affraid to venture where he thought fitt to expose himself), but was upon a hill at some distance; and when he saw how it went, he retired to Dublin, and lay there that night, and the next morning early left that citty and went towards Waterford, declaring he would never trust an Irish army m o r e " (Luttrell, 11, 7 1 ; cf. M a c a u l a y , m , 640-641). T h e ballad, however, represents him as pausing some nine miles from Dublin to receive a severe tongue-lashing from his bastard son, James Fitzjames, D u k e of Berwick, and his general, Richard T a l b o t , D u k e of Tyrconnel. James I I speaks stanzas 1 - 3 , 5, 7 ; the other stanzas are indistinguishably distributed between Berwick and T y r connel. Perhaps it is Berwick who taunts him with cowardice in his conduct during November, 1688. " Y o u never were fortunate in a n y t h i n g , " says the duke, " b u t your cowardice at Salisbury Plain cost you your kingdom." 1 W i t h this statement m a n y modern historians are in agreement. T h e next speaker, probably Tyrconnel, reminds James that his defeats in Ireland are due to the same cause. " Y o u was always a C o w a r d , " he remarks calmly, " b o t h in England, & here Qin Ireland]." All three, thereupon, decide to take their flight to France. For the tune see N o . 189. 1 A single sheet called " T h e New Proceedings of the English Affairs in Ireland" (Huntington Library) and dated "Chester, April the 23th. 1690" says: "The Duke of Berwick swears he will never head the Irish more, they being such Cowards And the Irish, to be even with him, tell him, Though he lost the Battle at Cavan, yet he won the Race, coming first to Dublin without his Wigg."

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g JBtalogue J^ettoeen tije Hate i t t n g farnesi Wfje B u h e of Berwick, attli Tyrconnel; g tofjtle after ite Jft'sfjí. tíjact fjappen'b about ialite jHtieö from Dublin: Œogetljer tutti) tíjeít full &eöolutton to quit Ireland, anii to tafee d i p p i n g anb fio â>ail to France, to tell $roub Lewis tfjetr great iWtefortune. To the Tune of, Why are my Eyes still Flowing.

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M y kind Officers what shall we do ? ν / For the English Army doth make us look blew; Their Noble Commanders are Courageous & stout, We shall be all Routed, the thing 1 I do doubt: There is Noble King William will dye in the Field, Before one inch of ground he will yield; therefore to be gone, I think it is time, To go into a Ship, and there wait for a wind.

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Y o u say to be gone away with all speed, For the Protestant A r m y will make us to bleed, Their Cannons do roar when once we draw nigh, Their Bullets do flye like hail from the skye, T h e y fight for the Cause which once you run down, Their freedom and Charter belongs to the Crown. Therefore to be gone I think it is time, To go into a Ship, and there wait for a wind.

3

Would I was in England well setled again, Proud Lewis should ne'er send me over the Main; T o fight against m y Country, which he did me bring I am now but a Souldier, that once was a King. What hard fortune have I for to have such bad luck, Proud Lewis hath brought me for to carry his Cloak. Therefore to be gone, I think it is time, To go into a Ship, and there wait for a wind.

4

When you was in England, upon Salisbury-Plain, Y o u then had no reason nor cause to complain Against all your Souldiers, for why they were true, If you had stood by them, they would have stood by you.

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A DIALOGUE You never was fortunate in any thing, When you was a Duke, and when you was a King. "Therefore, &c. 5

They were most of my Friends in England and here, Whom long I have loved, and held them most dear, I never did think they would me forsake, Which that was the cause that my Army did break: My Chief Officers flying, which when I did hear, My self to be gone I soon did prepare. Therefore, &c.

6

When you was at Hounslow what a doe was there Amongst all your friends, though never the near: You Camped your Men, and they lay on the ground, And all to be ready when the Trumpets sound; To make them all hardy, and fit for a Fight, 1 But they all did stand up for Old Englands Right. Therefore, &c.

7

When I was in France proud Lewis did own He then wanted nothing but Englands Crown, Scotland he would have, and Ireland was his own, The Towers and Castles he vow'd to beat down; And burn all the Protestants over the Land, That dare against proud Lewis withstand. Therefore, &c.

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In Ireland we see that there was one poor Town, Proud Lewis his arms they could2 not beat down; That was Londonderry, that place 3 void of fear, The strength of the Popish Army could 4 not clear, The valliant Colonel Walker he fought for renown, He caused some thousands to fall to the ground. Therefore, &c.

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You was always a Coward both in England, & here, The force of an Enemy you 5 ever did fear:

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T H E PEPYS BALLADS You were fearful to fight when first you came o'er, 1 Or else you would have laid all the Hereticks lower: For 2 now the Tide's turn'd, and the day is their own, And all the poor Frenchmen may be glad to get home. 'Therefore to be gone, I think it is time, To go into a Ship, and there wait for a wind. Printed for lames Bissel, at the Bible and Harp in West-Smithfield. 1

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'The bog-trotters march v , 54, roman, italic, and occasional black-letter type, two columns, musical score given (cf. also No. 383), stanzas numbered in large roman numerals. Other copy: Lord Crawford, No. 966. This ballad with its lilting refrain and its vainglorious language was written after the battle of the Boyne (July 1) and the flight of James I I to France. Some of its phrases are ingenious and pointed, as, for example, when (stanza 5) the Irish admit that " o u r Brogues they were made of running Leather." Charles Bates (see also No. 165) is mistakenly said by Plomer (Dictionary of Printers, 1668-1725) to have begun his trade as a bookseller in 1709.

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THE PEPYS BALLADS W\)t Pogs-Œrotterà Matti) Or, ÏUng Williams (glorious Conquest ober tí)e toíjole Irish ¡armp. To an Excellent New Tune, Or, March Boys, March Boys, &c.

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/ ~ \ L d ajames with his Rascally Rabble of Rogues, V . J he drew up his Army pretending to stand; But as they march'd they must trust to their Brogues, the Dee'l take the hindmost was his Command: He had a Ditty he mumbl'd along, it went in the Tune of Li Ili borierà; But we will follow them close with a Song of March, Boys, march, Boys, Tan ta ra ra ro: March Boys, march Boys, merry, merry march, Boys, Teague s but a Mushrom to a Man, Boys, See how they fly, how they run, how they dye, whilest Conquering William leads us on, Boys.

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Thus Teague with his Loyalty, Mettle, and Pride, Resolves to maintain his Natural Prince; Who the Plague blames him so nearly Ally'd, in Truth, Religion, Wit, and Sence; He quits his Crowns, they Surrender his Towns, if he plays the Fool, they all do the same, Sir; Lose or win, or get it all again soon; thus they play the Factious-Game, Sir, Game Sir, Game Sir, Ninny, Ninny, tame Sir; see what a Monster they have made thee; Shave, shave thy Pate, Drown thy Wife, Poyson Kate be Chreest and St. Patrick they've all betray'd thee.

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The Irish Nation was carry'd to Pawn, for Money, the Catholick War to maintain; As soon as King William a Sword he had drawn, his Conquering-Army redeem'd it again;

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T H E B O G - T R O T T E R S ' MARCH Now Monsieur, Begar, he may hang himself, they scamper'd and left the whole Kingdom behind 'em, But still we will follow the Hect'ring Elf, in France, in France, we hope to find 'em. Charge, Boys, Charge Boys, rally, rally, charge Boys, like noble Lads with warlike Thunder; Pursue them amain, in retreat they are slain, their Troops and their Ranks we '11 break in sunder. 4

Loud Cannons did roar, and the Trumpets did sound 1 the which Warlike-Musick soon fill'd 'em with fear, 1 The Devil a Teague of 'em all stood their ground, nor likewise the prodigal-Huff, Monsieur; For, like nimble Deer, they all took their flight, not only the French, but the Catholick-Tory; And still in their running they bid us Good-night, and thus brave Nassau gained glory: Sound Boys, sound Boys, let the Trumpet sound, Boys we were resolved they should restore us; Towns which we won, whilst the Catholicks run, and thus did we Conquer all before us.

5

Poor Teague with a sigh and a sorrowful face, with crossing his Breast, to the Saints he did cry, In spight of 'Tyrconnel, his Majesties Grace, we're forc'd to the Bogs and the Mountains to fly: When none did resist we conquer'd a Deal, the greatest part of the Irish Nation; But Faith 2 it has prov'd like a slippery Eel, we are forc'd to surrender at discretion: Nassau, Nassau, with his Valiant Army, fought and pursu'd us all together; Rather than dye, we did bid them good-bye, for our Brogues they were made of running Leather.

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Old Jemmy our Master is scamper'd to France, and we wou'd have follow'd as fast as we could; But ere we cou'd out of the Nation advance,

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T H E PEPYS BALLADS like sorrowful Tories we all were fool'd: Many that ventur'd to fight were Kill'd, but, for my own part, I was fearful to fire: Be Chreest in my running I was well skill'd, and therefore in time I did retire: Charge Boys, charge Boys, still they follow'd, Charge, Boys, fearful I was that they wou'd find me; But as I run, I did throw down my Gun, and never so much as look'd behind me. London, Printed for C. Bates, next the Crown-"Tavern, in JVest-Smithfield.

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King JVilliams march ν , 55, roman and italic type, two columns, musical score given, stanzas numbered in arabic numerals. Other copy: Lord Crawford, No. 482. Bates seems to have had a special fondness for such hymns of hate and triumph. This ballad, like that immediately preceding (No. 304), was suggested by the battle of the Boyne and the flight of James. William, it says, has conquered Ireland as thoroughly in one day as Oliver Cromwell did in four years.

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T H E PEPYS BALLADS &ÚT8 î l t l l t a m ' ô JHarefj; (glortouö êmccesô of Mis Màitsties

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Ireland. To a Pleasant New Trumpet Tune, call'd, King William's March.

HtttiTSieïj attorning to urrenber of Drogheda, anb tfje l u n g ' s entring tïje Citp of Dublin; to tfje nnspeafeable 3Top anb Satisfaction of all Œrue protestants. Œïjis Vicíotp boas obtaín'b on Œttesbap tfje Jfirst of Sulp 1690. To the Tune of The Spinning wheel.

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" D R a v e Boys, let Bells now sweetly ring, J - * and flowing Bowls go freely round, With Healths to our most gracious King, who is this day with Triumph Crown'd: A Fig for all our Romish Foes, K. William Conquers where he goes.

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W h i l e Trumpets sounded Victory, and rattling W a r l i k e Drums did beat; W e laugh'd to see the Tories flee, in what Confusion they retreat, While we pursud with hardy Blows, K. W i l l i a m Conquers where he goes.

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The French and Tory s hearts did ake, as soon as ever we drew near, And did their Passes soon forsake, being glad to run away for fear: They knew they could not us oppose, K. W i l l i a m Conquers where he goes.

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T o Ardee Pass we march'd with speed, where many Thousand Tories lay, W h o being the right Irish Breed, they took to heels and run away: K. W i l l i a m he such Courage shows, Which Conquers all where e'er he goes. [213]

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Our right renowned King reply'd, March on, my valiant warlike Boys, For we shall soon subdue the Pride of both the French and the Dear-joys: Thus did he Chase his flying Foes, and Conquers all where e'er he goes.

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King William Marching in the Head, while Trumpets did most sweetly sound, And all our flying Colours spread, which s i g h t 1 did all our Foes confound: K. Y V i l l i a m ' j Courage scares his Foes, He Conquers all where e'er he goes.

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A t length we had a bloudy Fray, our Guns like Thunder then did roar, K . William he did win the day, and laid the French in reeking Gore: His Gourage scares his mighty Foes, He conquers all where e'er he goes.

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Now while the Fight we did maintain, we made the Tory Rebells rue; Lord Carlingford he being slain, and many Great Commanders too: K. W i l l i a m ' i Courage daunts his Foes, He Conquers all where e'er he goes.

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Stout Collonel Parker, with his Teagues, likewise lay bleeding on the Ground, W e scourg'd them for their late Intriegues; while our King is with Trophies Crown'd: Τ o Dublin Gates he chas'd his Foes, He Conquers all where e'er he goes.

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T h e King he sent to Drogheda, to yield before it was too late; Or else his roaring Guns he'd play; with that they did surrender strait; Now they could not him oppose, Who Conquers all where e'er he goes.

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T H E PROTESTANT TRIUMPH Late James he quitted Dublin straight And great King William did march in, 'Tis joyfull Tydings to relate, how he do's Fame and Honour win: His Courage scares the mighty Foes, He Conquers, (Sc. Poor Protestants he did free, which in close Prisons long hath lain, They all enjoy their Liberty, under K. William who do's Reign In spight of all insulting Foes, He Conquers all where e'er he goes. Printed for P. Brooksby, J. Deacon, J. Blare, J. Back.

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Dublins deliverance li, 303, black letter, three columns, three woodcuts. A recital — supposed to have been made by an English soldier — of William's victory at the Boyne, his conquest of Drogheda on July 1, and his triumphal entry into Dublin on July 6. In connection with stanza 6 should be noted Luttrell's comment (n, 71), " t h a t the Iniskelling men have taken the plate, and the money and jeweils, of the earl of Tyrconnel and count Lauzun, valued at above 10,0001." For the tune see No. 199.

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t ' f t ©eltberance: Witt ê>urrenbet of DROGHEDJ. R e í r n o s , iU'ng William ü Conqueöt ober íjíá Catfjoltcfe Cnemteö in itii OTarItfec $rogte6ö in IRELAND. T o the T u n e of, Ulli burlerò.

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"DRotestant Boys, good Tydings I bring, A the which may blast our sorrowfull Fears; For our most Gracious Soveraign King, Ireland now before him he clears. None is able to withstand him, while he do's march the Irish Shore; Wheree'er he do's meet 'em, with Shot he do's treat 'em, the Rebels was ne'er so pepper d before.

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Our Troops did then in Armour appear, being right valiant Protestant Boys; When the proud Foe did seem to draw near, who was so swift as Tory Dear-Ioys. O'er the Bogs to skip and scamper, fearing they should be laid in their Gore, In heat of the Battel, the Guns they did rattle, the Rebells was ne'er so pepper d before.

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Some of the French Troops seemed to stand, with an intent our Men to degrade; But our King with drawn Sword in his hand, among them there strange havock he made: So that they were fore'd to scowre, and in their Lingua bitterly swore, With horrour dey fill us, both shoot, cut, and kill us, begar we was ne'er so pepper d before.

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THE PEPYS BALLADS Pistols, Carbines, Horse-men Fire, likewise our loud-mouth'd Cannons did roar; The French tHey did lowre, and 'Tories did scowre, for Faith they were never so pepper'd before. 5

Drums they did beat, and Trumpets did sound, while our great King the Rebells pursu'd; From Hill to Hill, full seven miles round, being with warlike Courage indu'd: French and Tories both did scowr, while our Guns like Thunder did roar; We blasted the Glory of Mounsieur and Tory, the Rogues were ne'er so pepper'd before.

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The Inniskilling Horse-men, and Banes, seized Tyrconnel's Iewels and Plate, And still will take industrious pains to secure his Lordship's Estate: For their warlike satisfaction, being resolved ne'er to give o'er, Till blasting the Glory of both French and Tory, the Rogues they were never so routed before.

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Now when the Battel was at an end, gracious K. William thus did proceed; To Drogheda then he streightways did send, willing them to surrender with speed, To his Army at Discretion, or else his loud-mouth'd Cannons should roar; They strait did Surrender to our Faith's Defender, no King ever conquer d like him before.

8 Dublin City yielded also, to our great King of Fame and Renown ; Where he in Royal Person did go, no French being left to give him a Frown. Protestants he soon released, which did their former Comforts restore: A heavenly Blessing he still is possessing, no King ever Conquer d like him before. Printed for P. Brooksby, I. Deacon, I. Blare, I. Back.

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A brief touch of the Irish wars i l , 310, black letter, three columns, one woodcut. " A P r i v a t e Sentinel w h o was an eye-witness to those transact i o n s " wrote, or was supposed to write, this narrative of the Irish w a r from the siege of Londonderry, in April, 1689, to the surrender o f W a t e r f o r d . T h e battle of the B o y n e was fought on J u l y 1, 1690. On the following d a y D r o g h e d a surrendered w i t h o u t an a t t e m p t at resistance. O n J u l y 6 William made his triumphal entry into D u b l i n , and there in the cathedral was buried the b o d y of his great general, D u k e Schömberg. W a t e r f o r d surrendered on J u l y 2.4.1 T h e sentinel is not distinguished either as a poet or as a reporter, but at least he had supreme confidence in the justice and the immediate triumph of his cause. F o r the tune see N o . 134. 1 Luttrell, 11, 84 (but on p. 86 he gives the date as July 25); Lodge, The History of England (1660-1 jo¿)y p. 356; The London Gazette, July 28-31; "A Letter from an English Officer . . . in Ireland. Giving a True Account o f . . . the Surrender of Waterford and Duncannon" (1690).

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& JSrtef Œoucï) of tfje 3írísf) ¡Hará: Jfrom tfje â>tcge of London-Derry to tí)ε êmrrettbcr of Drogherà, Dublin, Waterford, anb man? otfjer strong Jfottó anb Ca¿tleá. Written by a Private Centinel, Witness to those Transactions.

who was an Eye-

T o the T u n e of Let Casar live long, & c .

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' I s H e French and the Tories are all in Distrese, X While Gracious K . William is Crown'd with success, He first having routed them all in the Field, The Cities and Castles were forced to yield, For fear that the Walls to the ground we should lay, Thus Protestant Soldiers still carry the day.

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Last Summer the Rebells could swagger and boast, T h a t came with the strength of a Catholick Host, Against London-Derry with Fire and Ball, And threatn'd the final Destruction of all: Τ et this Valiant City did show them fair Play; Thus Protestant Soldiers still carry the day.

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When under those Walls many Months they had lain, Where French men and Rebels in hundreds were slain; A t length they were forced their Siege to give o'er, As soon as fresh Forces approached the Shore: The French and the Tories they all ran away ; Thus Protestant Soldiers shall carry the day.

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As soon as our Forces were landed, brave Boys, It daunted the French, and the Irish Dear-Ioys; Thus brave Carrickfergus we soon did obtain, T h e Cause of King William he vow'd to maintain, Against that fair Castle our Cannons did play, 'Till Protestant Soldiers had carried the day.

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A B R I E F TOUCH OF T H E I R I S H WARS But waited the happy return of the Spring, When gracious King William fresh Forces did bring; And still as he Marched, his Foes ran away; "Thus Protestant Soldiers still carry the day. 6

Our Drums beat a March, and the Trumpets did sound This Noise did our Enemies clearly confound, The Rebells still crying, By Chreest we're undone, King William is coming, Ah ! where shall I run ? In horrid Confusion they scamper away; Thus Protestant Soldiers still carry the day.

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At the River Boyne they would then tack about, In order to shew themselves valiant and stout; The French Horse and Foot, and the Tories likewise; But true English Courage did soon them surprize: For like Men Undaunted we entred the Fray; Thus Protestant Soldiers still carry the day.

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Through Fire and W a t e r our March we did make, His Courage did cause the poor Tories to quake; They seeing we feared no danger at all, But march'd in Contempt of their Powder and Ball, At length we jell on and the Rebels gave way; Thus Protestant Soldiers they carry the day.

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Thus having received a taste of their Doom, There is but few Cities or Forts will presume To hold out, against a Great Monarch of Fame, Whose Triumph and Glory the World will proclaim, They know if they do, the loud Cannons shall play; For Protestant Soldiers still carry the day.

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W e hope in short time the whole Kingdom to clear, And make the proud French wish they'd never came here; Their Glory and Honour is laid in the Dust, In vain the poor Tories in Lewis did trust: They're glad for to scowre and scamper away; The Protestant Soldiers still carry the day. Printed for P. Brooksby, J. Deacon, J . Blare, and J. Back.

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312 η e witty harlot ν , 121, roman and italic type, two columns, musical score printed. The music is also given on the ballad of "Oxford-shire B e t t y , " British Museum, C. 39. k. 6 (18). From two distinct book-shops, as in the case of No. 301 (and cf. No. 296), J. Conyers published this scurrilous song in derision of Louis X I V . It comes with poor grace from a subject of a land where the amours of Charles II, and to a less extent those of James and William, were a continual scandal. T h e date may be assumed to be sometime in July, 1690, when William's victories over the Irish gave Englishmen some reason for scorning the power of Louis.

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HARLOT harlot;

©r, Œfje JFrertcí) Hing in tí)e ípotoberíns C u b . Tune, I Love you more and more each day.

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Reat Lewis in a mighty heat V J W a s coming from his Bagnio, Endeavouring there to Cure by sweat His Fistula in Anno : 1 An Ogling Prostrate met his. Chair, He gazing on the Creature, So Young, so Fair, And full of Air, He doted on, he doted on each Feature.

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Her Charming looks so much prevail'd, T h e y rais'd the Monarchs Passion, Who thought her Beauty far excell'd All others in his Nation; A Peer attending soon was sent T o make the Kings addresses, W h o could not rest Till he was blest, W i t h her soft sweet, with her soft sweet Embraces.

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The Courtier with all subtle Art, Declar'd his Sov'raigns Passion, And in soft speeches did impart His Monarchs Inclination, She Proud to think so great a Heart was Conquer'd by her Features, Did soon resort T o view the Court, With all its fair, with all its fair fine Creatures.

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W h a t Nature wanted, art supply'd W i t h Patches, Paint, and Dresses, Assuming to a stately Pride, Fit for a Kings Embraces:

Read Ano.

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T h e wanton Dame with looks demure, Disguis'd her jilting Nature, N o cunning W h o r e , E're lookt before, So like a Chast, so like a Modest Creature. 5

T h e Court her Beauty all Admir'd, And stood in Admiration; The King (whose Leachery Love had fir'd, Soon shew his Am'rous Passion, The glances from her eyes she sent, so Charming were and Pleasing, The Kings Intent, And her Consent, Their Eyes betray'd, their Eyes betray'd by gazing.

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T o close Apartment, she was led A Prostrate 1 to his pleasure, But e're the Monarch rose from Bed, she Poxt him out of measure. And e're the symtoms did appear, Five hundred Crowns he gave her, W h o soon fled o're Toth' English shore, where any Spark, where any Spark may have her.

Printed for J. Conyers at the Black Raven in Holbourn, and J. Conyers adjoyning to St. Peters-Alley in Cornhill. 1

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3I3 Poor Teague in distress il, 304, black letter, three columns, three woodcuts. After the battle of the Boyne, Tyrconnel and Count de Lauzun, commander-in-chief of the French auxiliaries, had retreated to Limerick. On the approach of William they decided that the city could not be successfully defended, and leaving there the native Irish army, some 20,000 strong, they led the French troops to Galway, whence a few weeks later they sailed for France. The ballad presents a poor Teague who laments his betrayal at the hands of these leaders and an irate Frenchman who damns the cowardly Irish. The balladist may have thought that James Fitzjames and the Duke of Berwick (stanza 12) were two persons instead of one 1 — an amusing blunder, since any Irishman would have known that on Tyrconnel's departure young Berwick was declared commander-in-chief. But perhaps the ballad was written before Tyrconnel went to France: unless it did appear before William abandoned the siege of Limerick (late in August), it could hardly have had such an exultant tone. William Herbert, Marquis of Powis, who accompanied James II in his flight, is brought into stanza 12 to secure a dubious rhyme for Louis. The Marquis had been the recognized head of the Roman Catholic nobility in England. He was created a duke by James II, and acted as chamberlain in his household at Saint Germain. For the tune — equivalent to the Chappell's Popular Music, 1, 234-236.

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(No. 261) — see

1 Though, more probably, he had in mind Berwick's brother, Henry Fitzjames (1673-1702), titular Duke of Albemarle, Grand Prior of France.

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BALLADS

iPoor in B t s í c e á á : © f t , Wt)e Jftencf) anb 3(rteí) gírmp 2&outeb. Œogetfjer toitfj tfje Jfltgïjt of tïje of Berwick, Fitz-James, Tyrconnel, anb tfje reöt of tfje ^ c a b Heaberö, to To the Tune of, The

FRANCE.

ORANGE.

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Ood Tydings I bring, from William our King, 1 V J T h e Glory of Protestant Soldiers shall ring, While the French and Teagues, for their cruel Intreagues Are forced to scowre and run many Leagues, Being Routed.

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D e English B o y , dey vili us destroy, Where shall we go hide our selves now, my Dear-Ioy? Our Leaders are fled, which fills us with dread, Be Chreest, dey vili hang up poor Teague till he's dead, Being Routed.

3

It is de French Crew dat makes us to rue, For dem we are forc'd to sing Hub bub bub boo; Had dey not come o're, to our Native Shore, We then would have turn'd to King William before We were Routed.

4

Begar, says Monsieur, when first I came here, D e y tell me of having five hundred a year; But here me find none, but de broken Bone, An Army dispers'd, and quite overthrown, Being Routed.

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T h e Teagues straight reply'd, it can't be deny'd, Y o u sent o're to France our Gold, Silver beside; And Cattle consume, so sad is our Doom, We have nothing left here but Brass in the room, Now we 're Routed. 1

Text Kig.

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We came to help you, a Cowardly Crew, Therefore all that ever ye have is our due: Begar, speak a word, me draw out my Sword, To Kill you, so presently scamper abroad, Being Routed.

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With that they did part, but Teague griev'd at heart, A thousand times wish'd he had kept Plow and Cart; And ne'r mounted Horse, for by Patrick's Cross, We Irish are beaten, and suffer the loss, Being Routed.

8

De English did Fight, and put us to flight, We could not endure to behold 'um in sight: As they did Advance, to Run was our chance, Dear-Ioy, we did lead them a delicate Dance, Being Routed.

9

In midst of the Fray, we run, by my Fay, But 'twas our good Officers taught us the way; By help of our Brogues, we took to the Boggs, For fear they would thump us, and thrash us like Dogs Being Routed.

10

My Friends I did Trace, but could not keep pace, With Noble Tyrconnel, his Majesties Grace: He cannot deny, but while we did flye, His speed was so swift, he run faster than I, Being Routed.

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The French Brigadeer, he scowr'd for fear, He knew it not safe for to stay longer here: With dexterous skill, he rid Vales and Hill, And left the poor Îeagues to be Hang'd if they will, Being Routed.

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When Berwick did find Fitz-James in the mind, To follow their Leaders, and ne'r look behind; The Monsieur D'Louson, and Noble Lord Powis, They 'r all gone to tell a sad Story to Lewis, Being Routed. [227]

THE PEPYS BALLADS 13

Be Chreest, let them go, 'tis certain, we know A Friend we shall find of a Protestant Foe, Our Ioys to compleat, therefore we'll Retreat, And fall down for Mercy at King Williams Feet, He will Save us.

Printed for Charles Bates, next door to the Crown-Tavern near DuckLane-end, in West-Smithfield.

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3*4 The loyal wish v, 66, roman and italic type, two columns, musical score given, stanzas numbered in large roman numerals. The tune is also printed in Wit and Mirth, as is noted in the introduction to No. 306, but differs from that given on the broadside original of No. 306. The ballad was written after the defeat of James II at the Boyne on July ι, 1690, and the return of William to England on September 6. It is an expression of the pride England felt in his achievements, by means of which the Jacobite cause had become almost hopeless.

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tttije ILopal ?Beíng a Congratulation oí tfje l&appp Return of fête Majesty to England; together toitï) fête itlagnantmouá Œrttimplj ober tfje poor Teague-Landers. To a New Play-House Tune, called, Let the Soldiers rejoyce.

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Τ E t our Subjects Rejoyce JL-/With their hearts, and loud voice, And Carouze in a He-e-e-e-e-ealth to K . William, Who with his Army stout, Put poor Teague to the Rout, And so fairly, so fairly in Triumph did kill 'em.

2

Drums, Trumpets, and Guns Make a noise; (Dear-Joy runs*) And Welcome home E ngland's Defender, Who went himself to Fight, 'Gainst the proud Jacobite, And so fiercely, so fiercely repell'd that Pretender.

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Let us all the Night long T a k e delight in this Song, Of the praise of King Will-ll-ll-ll-lliam before us; Let him look like an Ass, T h a t won't Drink off his Glass, And unite, and unite, and unite in the Chorus.

4

All Hearts that well wish, Let 'em drink like a Fish, 'Tis a Protestant He-e-e-e-ealth that goes round Boys, We'll drink off our Wealth, In his Majesty's Health, And the Devil, the Devil his Foes may confound Boys.

5

Let the Rebels come in, And be true to our King, Who by Success and Cou-ou-ou-ou-ourage invites 'em, Those that will refuse Whilst they may, let them chuse, The dread Name, the dread Name of K . William shall fright 'em.

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T H E L O Y A L WISH 6

Had King William been here, When we met with Mounsieur, Our Shipping they'd ne-ee-e-e'r been so rended, But now He is come; Let us welcome him home, And we doubt not, we doubt not but all shall be mended.

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Now poor Teague is undone, And put to the run, What need we fear Ja-a-a-a-cobites Landing; E're long we'll advance, Up to Bougra le France,1 And we'll teach him, we'll teach him to come here Commanding.

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Let us therefore with Joy, Sing Vive-le-Roy, Let the Bells ring, and the Bo-o-o-onfires flame. Boys, We'll drink as we stand, With our Hats in our Hand, And we'll hollow, we'll hollow K. Williams Great Fame Boys.

Printed for J. Millet at the Angel in Little-Brittain. A. Milbourn, at the Stationers-Arms, in the Green-Arbour, in the Little Old-Baily. * I. e., bougre de France, or Louis X I V . In ballads bougres is not an unusual name for Frenchmen, as in " A New Protestant L e t a n y " {A Collection of the Newest and Most Ingenious Poems . . . against Popery, 1689, p. I6, and The Muses Farewel to Popery and Slavery, 1689, p. 138), " F r o m all the long Counsels of Bougres and Teagues [i. e., Irishmen], Libera Nos, Sic."

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315 The royal salutation il, 325, black letter, four columns, three woodcuts. Reproduced in Sir C. H. Firth's edition of Macaulay's History, ι ν , 1921. King William entrusted the command of his army in Ireland to Count Solms, embarked for England, landed at Bristol on September 6, " a n d lay that night at Kings-weston, near Bristol; the 7th, at the duke of Beauforts, at Badminton; on the 8th, at the duke of Somerset's, at Marlborough; the 9th, at Windsor; and the 10th he came to Kensington, where he was attended by the great officers of the court, nobility and gentry; and at night the great guns were fired from the Tower, bonefires and ringing of bells. . . . T h e 1 Ith, the lord mayor and court of aldermen of London attended his majestie this morning at Whitehal, to congratulate his safe arrival from Ireland, and in the afternoon the bishop of London and the clergy of this citty did the like; and last night there were bonefires and fireworks, &c. for the same: in Covent Garden the image of the French king was made and drawn in a chariot, and over his head in capital letters was wrott, Lewis the greatest tyrant of fourteen; and then afterwards they burnt him. . . . T h e 14th was observed here within the citty of London as a thanksgiving day for his majesties safe return h o m e " (Luttrell, 11, 102-103). " T h e Royal Salutation" is identical with " T h e Courtly Salutat i o n " (No. 316), except for variations that look as if they were inserted to prevent immediate detection of theft. Whether Brooksby's firm or Millet was at fault cannot now be determined, but evidently here, as in the case of Nos. 317 and 318, something was rotten in Little Britain. T h e date is about September 10. For the tune see No. 259.

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T H E ROYAL SALUTATION Œfce &opal Salutation, Œfje Cowrtlp (greeting bettoeen William anb «ne of Ireland, to fjtsi (gractouö ubjectó. Tune is, Z.i/ Ccesar live long. lütenáeb attorbtng to