The British Muse or Tyranny expos'd: A Satyr, Occasion'd by all the Fulsom and Lying Poems and Elegies, that have been written on the Death of the Late King James. To which is Added, A Smart Poem on the Generous Articles of Limerick and Galway [by John Tutchin]] |
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[Hard fate that still attends our Irish War] |
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[Hard fate that still attends our Irish War]
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The following Verses were made upon the surrender of Lymerick 1691. When the late King James's broken Army (that Fled there;) Obtained such Large Conditions.
The Conquerors Loose, the Conquered gainers are:
Their Pen's the Triumph of our Swords defeat,
We Fight like Souldiers, but like Fools we Treat.
Sure Teague has charm'd us with some Fatal Spell,
For lest the Coward should no more Rebell.
Lest he grow Honest by becoming poor,
We pardon all his former Bloody Score,
And set him up again to murther more,
With a New Fund of our own Plunder'd store;
But England doubtless, in our Loss will share;
And to Reconquer, a New Tax prepare.
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