A true subjects wish.  
For the happy success of our royal Army preparing to resist the factious Rebellion of those insolent Covenanters (against the sacred majesty, of our gracious and loving king Charles) in Scotland.  
To the tune of, O how now Mars, &c.  

 

〈◊〉 ever England had occasion,  
Her ancient honour to defend,  
〈◊〉 let her now make preparation,  
〈…〉 honourable end:  
the ●actious Scot  
is very hot,  
〈…〉 enter spleen is near' forget  
〈…〉 hath been about this plot.   

〈◊〉 the colour of religion,  
〈…〉 i'th' hypocritical pretence)  
〈…〉 e a fraction in that Region,  
〈…〉 against their native Prince,  
〈◊〉 heaven bless  
with 〈…〉 nesse,  
〈◊〉 all his enemies repress,  
●●●st be he that wisheth less.   

〈◊〉 gracious sovereign very mildly,  
〈◊〉 them what they did desire,  
〈…〉 ingratefully and vildly,  
〈◊〉 still continued the fire  
〈◊〉 discontent  
●gainst government,  
〈◊〉 England now is fully bent,  
proud jocky's boasting to prevent.   

〈◊〉 importeth England's honour  
〈◊〉 bless Rebels to oppose,  
〈…〉 Saint George's banner,  
〈…〉 them as our country's foes,  
and they shall see,  
how stoutly we,  
(for royal Charles with courage free)  
will fight if there occasion be.   

Unto the world it is apparent,  
That they rebel i'th' highest degree,  
No true Religion will give warrant,  
That any subject armed should be,  
against his Prince  
in any sense,  
what ere he hold for his pretence,  
Rebellion is a soul's offence.   

Nay more to aggravate the evil,  
And make them odious 'mongst good men,  
It will appear, that all their level,  
Is change of government, and then,  
what will ensue,  
amongst the crew,  
but jockey with his bonnet blew,  
both Crown and sceptre would subdue.   

Why of these men will take compassion,  
That are disloyal to their king,  
Among them borne in their own nation,  
And one who in each lawful thing,  
doth seek their weal,  
with perfect zeal,  
to any good man I'll appeal,  
if with king Charles they rightly deal.    

The Second part,  
To the same tune.  
 

THe Lord to publish their intentions,  
Did bring to light a treacherous thing,  
For they to further their inventions,  
A Letter wrote to the French King,  
and in the same,  
his aid to claim,  
with subtlety their words they frame,  
which letter to our sovereign came.   

Then let all loyal subjects judge it,  
If we have not a cause to fight,  
You who have money do not grudge it,  
But in your king and countries right,  
freely disburse.  
both person purse,  
and all you may to avoid the curse,  
of lasting war which will be worse.   

If they are grown so far audacious,  
That they durst call in foreign aid,  
Against a king so mild and gracious,  
Have we not cause to be afraid,  
of life and blood,  
we then had stood,  
in danger of such neighbourhood,  
in time to quell them 'twill be good.   

Then noble countrymen be armed,  
To tame these proud outdaring Scots,  
That England's honour be not harmed,  
Let all according to their lots,  
Courageously  
their fortune try,  
against the vaunting enemy,  
and come home crowned with victory.   

The noble Irish good example,  
Doth give of his fidelity,  
His purse, and person is so ample.  
To serve his royal majesty,  
and gladly he  
the man will be,  
to scourge the Scots disloyalty,  
if England's honour would agree.   

Then we more merely interessed,  
Ith' ●●nture danger that might chance,  
If that against our sovereign blessed,  
Those rebels had got aid from France,  
should not be slack,  
nor ere shrink back,  
or let king Charles assistance lack,  
to tame in time this saucy jack.   

We have a general so noble,  
(The great Earl of Northumberland)  
That 'twill (I trust) be little trouble,  
Those factious rebels to withstand▪  
his very name  
Seems to proclaim,  
and to the world divulge the same,  
his ancestors there won such fame.   

The God of host's go with our army  
My noble hearts for you i'll pray,  
That never any foe may harm ye▪  
Nor any stratagem betray  
your brave design,  
may beams divine,  
upon your ensigns brightly shine,  
Amen say I, and every friend of mine   
FINIS.  
M. P.    

Printed at London by E. G. and are to be sold at the Horse-shoe in Smithfield.