And next here’s three bowls
To all gallant souls
That for the King did and will venture;
May they flourish when those
That are his and our foes
Are hang’d, and ram’d down to the center.
And may they be found
In all to abound,
Both with Heaven and the country’s anger;
May they never want fractions,
Doubts, fears, and distractions,
Till the gallows-tree frees them from danger.
LOYALTY TURNED UP TRUMP,
OR
THE DANGER OVER.
From the Loyal Garland, reprinted from a Black-Letter copy, printed 1686. Reprinted for the Percy society, 1850.
In vain ill men attempt us,
Their day is out of date;
The fates do now exempt us
From what we felt of late.
The nation is grown wiser
Than to believe their shame;
He that was the deviser
Themselves begin to blame.
They thought the trumps would ever
Turn on rebellion’s side,
But kinder power deliver
Us from their foolish pride;
For see, they are deceived,
And can no more prevail;
Those who the Rump believed,
Ashamed are of the tale.
THE LOYALIST’S ENCOURAGEMENT.
From the Loyal Garland.
To the tune of “Now, now the fight’s done.”
You Royalists all, now rejoice and be glad,
The day is our own, there’s no cause to be sad,
The tumult of faction is crush’d in its pride,
And the grand promoters their noddles all hide,
For fear of a swing, which does make it appear
Though treason they loved yet for hemp they don’t care.
Then let us be bold still, and baffle their plots,
That they in the end may prove impotent sots;
And find both their wit and their malice defeated,
Nay, find how themselves and their pupils they cheated,
By heaping and thrusting to unhinge a State,
Of which Heaven’s guardian fixt is by fate.