The poetical and dramatic works of Sir Charles Sedley Collected and Edited from the Old Editions: With a preface on the text, explanatory and textual notes, an appendix containing works of doubtful authenticity, and a bibliography: By V. de Sola Pinto |
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XXXI
THE SOLDIERS CATCH
Room, Boys, room; room, Boys; room,
For from Ireland we come;
We have mawl'd the original Tories;
We have baffled the League,
Between Monsieur and Teague,
And eclips'd the Grand Lewis his Glories.
For from Ireland we come;
We have mawl'd the original Tories;
We have baffled the League,
Between Monsieur and Teague,
And eclips'd the Grand Lewis his Glories.
They all fly in the Field,
Their best Garrisons yield,
They stand trembling while we take their Passes:
Our brave King at our Head,
We fear no Steel nor Lead,
But laugh at their Beads and their Masses.
Their best Garrisons yield,
They stand trembling while we take their Passes:
Our brave King at our Head,
We fear no Steel nor Lead,
But laugh at their Beads and their Masses.
If some Blood we have spilt,
To compound for the Guilt,
In Love's Camp we will do double Duty,
Mankind we will repair,
With the leave of the Fair,
And pay our Arrears to true Beauty.
To compound for the Guilt,
In Love's Camp we will do double Duty,
Mankind we will repair,
With the leave of the Fair,
And pay our Arrears to true Beauty.
Our worst Noise in the Pit,
Shall pass all for good Wit,
While the Cits and the Bumkins adore us.
We will pay the Rogues well,
Their Wives Bellies shall swell,
And the Cuckolds at random shall score us.
Shall pass all for good Wit,
While the Cits and the Bumkins adore us.
We will pay the Rogues well,
Their Wives Bellies shall swell,
And the Cuckolds at random shall score us.
The next Summer for France,
We will boldly advance,
Our noble Redeemer shall lead us;
We will break the Slaves Chains,
And drink of their Champains,
To the Health of that Heroe that freed us.
We will boldly advance,
Our noble Redeemer shall lead us;
We will break the Slaves Chains,
And drink of their Champains,
To the Health of that Heroe that freed us.
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He hates Lewis le Grand,
Like a true English Man,
And ne're will consent to a Treaty,
Till each neighbouring Crown
Have what's justly their own,
And the French strike sail when th[e]y met ye.
Like a true English Man,
And ne're will consent to a Treaty,
Till each neighbouring Crown
Have what's justly their own,
And the French strike sail when th[e]y met ye.
Since Elizabeth's Reign
No Protestant Queen
We have had, but the present God bless her;
Since our Edward the Fourth,
No brave Prince of such Worth,
But William his valiant Successor.
No Protestant Queen
We have had, but the present God bless her;
Since our Edward the Fourth,
No brave Prince of such Worth,
But William his valiant Successor.
With a Queen so devout,
And a People so stout,
A Parliament that will supply 'em,
A Cause that is right,
And a King that will fight,
Our Enemies all we defie 'em.
And a People so stout,
A Parliament that will supply 'em,
A Cause that is right,
And a King that will fight,
Our Enemies all we defie 'em.
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