THE ROYAL ADMIRAL.
Miss Strickland quotes this ballad in her Lives of the Queens of England, and states that this was the first Jacobite song that was written and set to music.
Let Titus [115] and Patience [116] stir up a commotion,
Their plotting and swearing shall prosper no more;
Now gallant old Jamie commands on the ocean,
And mighty Charles keeps them in awe on the shore.
Jamie the Valiant, the Champion Royal,
His own and the monarchy’s rival withstood;
The bane and the terror of those the disloyal,
Who slew his loved father and thirst for his blood.
York, the great admiral,—Ocean’s defender,
The joy of our navy, the dread of its foes,
The lawful successor,—what upstart pretender
Shall dare, in our isle, the true heir to oppose?
Jamie quelled the proud foe on the ocean,
And rode the sole conqueror over the main;
To this gallant hero let all pay devotion,
For England her admiral sees him again.
THE UNFORTUNATE WHIGS.
1682.—From the Roxburgh Ballads.
To the tune of “The King enjoys his own,” &c.
The Whigs are but small, and of no good race,
And are beloved by very few;
Old Tony broach’d his tap in every place,
To encourage all his factious crew.
At some great houses in this town,
The Whigs of high renown,
And all with a true blue was their stain;
For since it is so,
They have wrought their overthrow,
Old Tony will ne’r enjoy his own, again.
They all owne duty to their lawful prince,
And loyal subjects should have been;
But their duty is worn out long since,
By the Association seen.
But these are the Whigs,
That have cut off some legs,
And fain would be at that sport amain;
For since it is so,
They have wrought their overthrow,
Old Tony will ne’r enjoy his own again.
And yet they are sham-pretenders,
And they swear they’ll support our laws;
These be the great defenders of
Ignoramus and the Old Cause:
They’ll defend the King
By swearing of the thing,
These are the cursed rogues in grain;
For since it is so,
They have wrought their overthrow,
Old Tony will ne’r enjoy his own again.
The true religion that shall down,
Which so long has won the day,
And Common-prayer i’th’ church of ev’ry town,
If that the Whigs could but bear the sway:
For Oates he does begin
Now for to bring them in,
As when he came mumping from Spain;
For since it is so,
They have wrought their overthrow,
Old Tony will ne’r enjoy his own again.
How all their shamming plots they would hide,
Yet they are ignorant, they say,
When as Old Tony he was try’d
And brought off with Ignoramus sway:
When Oates he was dumb
And could not use his tongue,
This is the shamming rogues in grain;
For since it is so,
They have wrought their overthrow,
Old Tony will ne’r enjoy his own again.
Then let all true subjects sing,
And damn the power of all those
That won’t show loyalty to their King,
And assist him against his Whiggish foes.
Then in this our happy state,
In spight of traytors’ hate,
We will all loyal still remain;
For since it is so,
They have wrought their overthrow,
Old Tony will ne’r enjoy his own again.
God preserve our gracious King,
With the Royal Consort of his bed,
And let all loyal subjects sing
That the crown may remain on Charles’s head;
For we will drink his health
In spight of Common-wealth,
And his lawful rights we will maintain;
For since it is so,
They have wrought their overthrow,
Old Tony will ne’r enjoy his own again.
Printed for S. Maurel, in the year 1682.