The collected writings of Dougal Graham "Skellat" Bellman of Glasgow: edited with notes: Together with a Biographical and Bibliographical Introduction, and a Sketch of the Chap Literature of Scotland: by George MacGregor: In two volumes |
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CHAP. XIII.
Arrives at France. Reception there.
Thus on September the twenti'th day,
He from Loch-Moidart sail'd away,
The wind was low, the waves were kind,
To clear the land they much inclin'd,
No tempests rag'd as in times before,
As now the blast of Fate was o'er,
No foes on sea did them perplex,
Till safe at Roscort, near Morlaix,
They on the twenty-ninth did land,
Poor Charlie and his broken band,
Who all had surely been bewitch'd
By Spaniard's and the subtile French,
They then to Paris did proceed,
To be refitted, great was their need.
He went incog. into Versailles,
With no attendance at his heels,
Receiv'd by King and Queen of France,
To them he told his mournful chance,
His sufferings they're surpris'd to hear,
And a thousand welcomes did appear.
So for his honour, I understand,
A Feu de joy they did command,
That he should in procession come,
With sound of trumpet, beat of drum.
In the first coach there was conducted,
Lord Og'lvie, Elcho, and Glen-Bucket;
And with the Prince, there next came on
Lochiel, and lord Lewis Gordon,
Pages around, with ten footmen,
The Prince of Wales' liv'ry on them,
Kept by the Prince on ev'ry side,
While thousands did admire their pride.—
Here Kelly who broke London tower,
And Stafford, late from Newgate bower,
Who both from prison stole away,
And in Britain could no longer stay,
Young Lochiel brought up the rear,
With three gentlemen of the bed chamber.
These did all on horseback prance,
In procession to the court of France.
That night the Prince supt with the King,
In Loch-aber the like he had not seen,
Nor yet in Uist, fainting for fault,
When glad of brochan wanting salt.
He hir'd a fine house, The Theatine,
Which stands upon the banks of Seine,
A river does through Paris run,
Ev'n as the Thames does through London.
His nobles all commissions got,
And form'd new reg'ments, Did they not,
The Scots, English, and Irish too,
Fought well at Vall, and stood full true?
The British troops they did not spare,
Which was not altogether fair,
Commanded by Og'lvie and Lochiel;
But Charles took no command himsel.
Incog. he once to Madrid went;
But soon return'd, right ill content:
For about this time his brother gat,
From Rome's Bishop a Card'nal's hat,
Which does not any honour bring,
To Princes of Protestant spring,
In connexion with such a See
No Protestant can ever be.
At this great Charles was much chagrin'd,
Would hear no more of him as friend,
Omitted ev'n to drink his health,
Meaning he'd pledge his soul for wealth.
He from Loch-Moidart sail'd away,
The wind was low, the waves were kind,
To clear the land they much inclin'd,
No tempests rag'd as in times before,
As now the blast of Fate was o'er,
No foes on sea did them perplex,
Till safe at Roscort, near Morlaix,
They on the twenty-ninth did land,
Poor Charlie and his broken band,
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By Spaniard's and the subtile French,
They then to Paris did proceed,
To be refitted, great was their need.
He went incog. into Versailles,
With no attendance at his heels,
Receiv'd by King and Queen of France,
To them he told his mournful chance,
His sufferings they're surpris'd to hear,
And a thousand welcomes did appear.
So for his honour, I understand,
A Feu de joy they did command,
That he should in procession come,
With sound of trumpet, beat of drum.
In the first coach there was conducted,
Lord Og'lvie, Elcho, and Glen-Bucket;
And with the Prince, there next came on
Lochiel, and lord Lewis Gordon,
Pages around, with ten footmen,
The Prince of Wales' liv'ry on them,
Kept by the Prince on ev'ry side,
While thousands did admire their pride.—
Here Kelly who broke London tower,
And Stafford, late from Newgate bower,
Who both from prison stole away,
And in Britain could no longer stay,
Young Lochiel brought up the rear,
With three gentlemen of the bed chamber.
These did all on horseback prance,
In procession to the court of France.
That night the Prince supt with the King,
In Loch-aber the like he had not seen,
Nor yet in Uist, fainting for fault,
When glad of brochan wanting salt.
He hir'd a fine house, The Theatine,
Which stands upon the banks of Seine,
A river does through Paris run,
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His nobles all commissions got,
And form'd new reg'ments, Did they not,
The Scots, English, and Irish too,
Fought well at Vall, and stood full true?
The British troops they did not spare,
Which was not altogether fair,
Commanded by Og'lvie and Lochiel;
But Charles took no command himsel.
Incog. he once to Madrid went;
But soon return'd, right ill content:
For about this time his brother gat,
From Rome's Bishop a Card'nal's hat,
Which does not any honour bring,
To Princes of Protestant spring,
In connexion with such a See
No Protestant can ever be.
At this great Charles was much chagrin'd,
Would hear no more of him as friend,
Omitted ev'n to drink his health,
Meaning he'd pledge his soul for wealth.
While he at Paris did reside,
Were silver and copper medals made,
With an inscription thus exprest,
“Carolus Walliae Princeps.”
This in letters round the head,
On the reverse Britannia, read,
Then ships with this motto you'd see,
“Amor et Spes Britanniae.”
This did offend the French grandees,
And did the King himself displease:
It did inform them, that he thought,
His pay was poor for what he wrought.
Were silver and copper medals made,
With an inscription thus exprest,
“Carolus Walliae Princeps.”
This in letters round the head,
On the reverse Britannia, read,
Then ships with this motto you'd see,
“Amor et Spes Britanniae.”
This did offend the French grandees,
And did the King himself displease:
It did inform them, that he thought,
His pay was poor for what he wrought.
So here we leave him now to rest,
And view his friends sorely distrest,
And brought to desolation,
Through this deluding cause alone:
Schemes of the Devil, Pope and Spain,
And French delusion, trust not again
You brave Scots-men, I pray beware
Of being trick'd into such war.
And view his friends sorely distrest,
And brought to desolation,
Through this deluding cause alone:
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And French delusion, trust not again
You brave Scots-men, I pray beware
Of being trick'd into such war.
Now when this campaign ended was,
Troops did to winter quarters pass,
Hessians set out for Germany,
And at Burnt island put to sea,
Where some other reg'ments also went,
The Flanders war being still extant.
Troops did to winter quarters pass,
Hessians set out for Germany,
And at Burnt island put to sea,
Where some other reg'ments also went,
The Flanders war being still extant.
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