Jockeys Downfall a poem On the late Total Defeat given to the Scotish Couenanters, near Hamilton Park, June 22, 1679. by his Majesties Forces, under the Command of His Highness the Duke of Monmouth &c. Written by the Author of The Satyr against Hypocrites [i.e. John Phillips] |
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JOCKEY'S DOWNFALL:
A POEM On the late Total Defeat given to the Scotish Covenanters, near Hamilton Park, June 22, 1679. by His MAJESTIES Forces, under the Command of His Highness the Duke of MONMOUTH, &c.
Written by the Author of The Satyr against Hypocrites.
How now Jockie, what agen?
Does the Covenant ride thee still?
Or is Calvin reconcil'd
To the Jesuit and the Deel?
Silly Owls, shame faw their Noses,
Not to smell a damn'd old Cheat!
But where Satan owes a Shame,
He'le be sure to pay his Debt.
Does the Covenant ride thee still?
Or is Calvin reconcil'd
To the Jesuit and the Deel?
Silly Owls, shame faw their Noses,
Not to smell a damn'd old Cheat!
But where Satan owes a Shame,
He'le be sure to pay his Debt.
Then Mess John and Aundrew eke,
Warmly ply'd their Pulpit thunder,
And the easie Rabble won,
Part for Zeal and part for Plunder.
Oh! they cry, so we may rise,
And retrieve our selves from need,
'Tis good Physick for a Kingdom
Once in twenty year to bleed.
Warmly ply'd their Pulpit thunder,
And the easie Rabble won,
Part for Zeal and part for Plunder.
Oh! they cry, so we may rise,
And retrieve our selves from need,
'Tis good Physick for a Kingdom
Once in twenty year to bleed.
This same parcel all of Saints
Rebels both to King and Kirk,
Headed thus by Baal's Priests,
Were to do the Loard's great Work.
Lik to be well done yfaith
Where the Dee'l was Overseer:
But let Satan now look to't,
This same blow may cost him dear.
Rebels both to King and Kirk,
Headed thus by Baal's Priests,
Were to do the Loard's great Work.
Lik to be well done yfaith
Where the Dee'l was Overseer:
But let Satan now look to't,
This same blow may cost him dear.
For if once Jack Presbyter
Find the Devil play fowl play,
Better had it been for him
Ne're to have been born that day.
For if once they 'gin to baul
Not a word shall he be heard;
And he knows full well already
How his credit is impair'd.
Find the Devil play fowl play,
Better had it been for him
Ne're to have been born that day.
For if once they 'gin to baul
Not a word shall he be heard;
And he knows full well already
How his credit is impair'd.
Both Design and Motive too
May be guess'd of these Bigots;
But their Hopes were greater far;
Else they were most cursed Sots.
For, but that presumptuous Sins
Are with them familiar grown,
Strangely 'twas presum'd to think
Handfuls could a King dethrone.
May be guess'd of these Bigots;
But their Hopes were greater far;
Else they were most cursed Sots.
For, but that presumptuous Sins
Are with them familiar grown,
Strangely 'twas presum'd to think
Handfuls could a King dethrone.
But the poor mistaken throng,
Hydra'd by so many a Priest,
Took it for a Holy War,
'Gainst the Bishops and the Beast.
Rams-horns were so fatal once
To the Walls by them confounded,
That they thought that all would totter,
When their Bulls of Basan sounded.
Hydra'd by so many a Priest,
Took it for a Holy War,
'Gainst the Bishops and the Beast.
Rams-horns were so fatal once
To the Walls by them confounded,
That they thought that all would totter,
When their Bulls of Basan sounded.
So the Bulls of Basan roar'd;
Pawd, and threw their Horns on high;
Groveling streight upon the Ground
Brave Arch-Bishop low did lye.
Up was Levite mounted then,
And his Horns exalted high
On the Shoulders of poor Men
Zealously prepar'd to dye.
Pawd, and threw their Horns on high;
Groveling streight upon the Ground
Brave Arch-Bishop low did lye.
Up was Levite mounted then,
And his Horns exalted high
On the Shoulders of poor Men
Zealously prepar'd to dye.
Weavers from their Shuttles flew;
Taylor skip'd from his Shop-board;
Country-men their Ploughs forsook,
Every one to serve the Loard.
Then the Molten Calf was shew'd,
Or the Covenant in a Clout:
Aaron Walch could do no less
For to please rebellious Rout.
Taylor skip'd from his Shop-board;
Country-men their Ploughs forsook,
Every one to serve the Loard.
Then the Molten Calf was shew'd,
Or the Covenant in a Clout:
Aaron Walch could do no less
For to please rebellious Rout.
Thus, their fury once inflam'd,
Neighbours blood began to quaff,
While the Priests that set them on
In their Sleeves began to laugh.
Now shall Crown and Bishop both
Tumble to the Durt, they cry'd,
All a Cock-horse we shall ride;
But, like Sons a Whores, they ly'd.
Neighbours blood began to quaff,
While the Priests that set them on
In their Sleeves began to laugh.
Now shall Crown and Bishop both
Tumble to the Durt, they cry'd,
All a Cock-horse we shall ride;
But, like Sons a Whores, they ly'd.
For eftsoones the valiant Graham
Stopt their Fury, and of some
Made Scotch Collops for the Crows,
While the rest away did run.
But not thus to be supprest
They retreat to reinforce.
And the Dee'l to help his Servants
Strait way brought them Foot & Horse.
Stopt their Fury, and of some
Made Scotch Collops for the Crows,
While the rest away did run.
But not thus to be supprest
They retreat to reinforce.
And the Dee'l to help his Servants
Strait way brought them Foot & Horse.
Tumult now Rebellion grown,
There came Lords and Lairds to fight,
Earlston Gourdon, Lurd Blairquan,
And some more of mickle might.
Young Men two of Noble Race;
Oh, the little wit of Zeal,
All these, Curse ye Meroz brought
Blows upon their pates to feel.
There came Lords and Lairds to fight,
Earlston Gourdon, Lurd Blairquan,
And some more of mickle might.
Young Men two of Noble Race;
Oh, the little wit of Zeal,
All these, Curse ye Meroz brought
Blows upon their pates to feel.
But their Number did but serve
To advance great Monmouth's Glory,
To chastize a lesser Force
Would not have become his Story.
For their Numbers being swell'd
Worth the Terrour of his Arms,
He but came and cut the knot
Of all Walches canting charms.
To advance great Monmouth's Glory,
To chastize a lesser Force
Would not have become his Story.
For their Numbers being swell'd
Worth the Terrour of his Arms,
He but came and cut the knot
Of all Walches canting charms.
Jockie had no time to speire
At the fall of this mishap,
Loard, where wert thou when our Foes
Gave us this same cruel rap?
Oh, he was asleep, ye Fools,
When the Priests of Baal pray'd:
Nor would Covenant be at leisure;
So fell Jockie 'twixt two Stools.
At the fall of this mishap,
Loard, where wert thou when our Foes
Gave us this same cruel rap?
Oh, he was asleep, ye Fools,
When the Priests of Baal pray'd:
Nor would Covenant be at leisure;
So fell Jockie 'twixt two Stools.
Thus you see what Avarice
And Rebellion doth befall,
Kirk and Covenant yee have lost,
And the lives of Men withall.
Now by my consent yee should
Lose a little way bit more;
And to punish such Stone Priests
Be made Origen's before.
And Rebellion doth befall,
Kirk and Covenant yee have lost,
And the lives of Men withall.
Now by my consent yee should
Lose a little way bit more;
And to punish such Stone Priests
Be made Origen's before.
Chorus.
Now to alter Hopkins Prayer,From both Pope and Scot defend us:
For the Turks we do not find
Half the mischief do intend us.
But for Simeon and for Levi,
Viz. the Pope and Prester Scot,
Heaven confound all their devices,
And preserve us from the Plot.
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