The Papists they would kill the King,
But the Phanaticks did;
Their perjuries and treacheries
Aren’t to be parallel’d:
Let them cry they love the King,
Their faults I will discover;
Charles the First they murdered,
And so they would the other.
Charles the Second stands on’s guard,
Like a good politick King;
The Phanaticks ought to be abhor’d
For all their flattering:
Let them cry they love the King,
Their faults I will discover;
Charles the First they murdered,
And so they would the other.
Now let us all good subjects be,
That bear a loyal heart;
Stand fast for the King
And each man act his part;
And to support his Sovereign,
Religion, and the laws,
That formerly were established,
And down with the cursed cause.
OLD JEMMY.
From a “Collection of 180 Loyal Songs,” written since 1678. This is a parody on the Whig song, “Young Jemmy is a lad that’s royally descended,” written in celebration of the Duke of Monmouth. Old Jemmy is the Duke of York, afterwards James II.
To the tune of “Young Jemmy.”
Old Jemmy is a lad
Right lawfully descended;
No bastard born nor bred,
Nor for a Whig suspended;
The true and lawful heir to th’ crown
By right of birth and laws,
And bravely will maintain his own
In spight of all his foes.
Old Jemmy is the top
And chief among the princes;
No Mobile gay fop,
With Birmingham pretences;
A heart and soul so wondrous great,
And such a conquering eye,
That every loyal lad fears not
In Jemmy’s cause to die.
Old Jemmy is a prince
Of noble resolutions,
Whose powerful influence
Can order our confusions;
But oh! he fights with such a grace
No force can him withstand,
No god of war but must give place
When Jemmy leads the van.
To Jemmy every swain
Does pay due veneration,
And Scotland does maintain
His title to the nation;
The pride of all the court he stands,
The patron of his cause,
The joy and hope of all his friends,
And terror of his foes.