When help’d by an Almighty hand:
All those who fight without offence,
Get but a dreadful recompence:
And those who trust in France or Spain,
Are fools if e’er they do’t again:
Witness poor Charlie and the Scots,
What have they got, but bloody throats?
Charlie’s from France banish’d, like a thief,
A poor reward for his toil and grief.
Poor simple Charles they have thee tricked,