The Glory of the WEST, Or, The Virgins of Taunton-Dean.  
Who ripped open their Silk-Petticoats, to make Colours for the late D. of M's Army, when he came before the Town, A SONG.  
To the Tune of the Winchester-Wedding.  

This may be Printed,  
July, 31. 1685. R. L. S.   

IN Lime began a Rebellion,  
for there the Rebels came in,  
Rebels almost a Million,  
Came there to Proclaim M. King  
The News being ushered about,  
The Virgins of Taunton-Dean,  
With joyful surprising a crowd,  
They summoned up all their men,  
And sent them to meet his Grace,  
Their Protestant Prince of the West,  
While the Girls from each corner did trace,  
with Ornaments fit for their Guest.   

II.  
Round the Market-Cross in the Town,  
Their petticoats down did fall,  
Without either Blush or frown,  
They had like to pulled up all;  
Their petticoats they ripped open,  
some Yellow, some Red, some green,  
Tho' ne'er a Commandment broken,  
Yet all things were there to be seen:  
Of these they made Ensigns of war,  
Alexander the like never bore,  
The Motto Embroidered with Hair,  
Such Colours was never before.   

III.  
Then Notice was given the Army  
Was within a Mile of the Gate,  
The Maids than came to a parley,  
Which should be the Captain in State;  
They twenty Seven in Number,  
That all in white did appear,  
The Colonels Daughter tho' younger  
Made Captain, and Colours did bear;  
All covered in Cambric and Lawn,  
With garlands marched out of the Town,  
Their Skins through their Veils were shown  
some tawny, some white and some brown.   

But when they appeared on the Downs,  
Proud Perkin they did surprise,  
And all his Country Clowns,  
Drawed Lustre from their bright Eyes,  
Then at his most gracious Feet,  
they threw down their garlands and Crown  
With Colours fit for Field or fleet;  
Or Schoolboys about the Town;  
They being upon their knees,  
He kindly saluted them round,  
With Congees, and touches and squeeze,  
He took them up from the ground.   

V.  
Three Volleys of Shot were given,  
To welcome the Maids in the West,  
As if they had dropped from Heaven,  
And by whom the Army was blest:  
Their Captain was first saluted,  
By their mighty Monarch o`th`croud,  
And Katy did not dispute it,  
But Crouched and turned about▪  
He Carress`d them every one,  
As they were drawn up a part,  
Both Betty, and Molly, and Joan,  
Yet Kate was the Lass had his heart.   

VI  
Each Officer took his place,  
His choice he kindly drew forth,  
They all were as free to embrace,  
As Maids of meaner worth:  
Each couple into their Tent,  
They merrily did retire:  
Where all the sweet night was spent,  
The Virgins had their desire;  
They learn`d the Discipline of War,  
To exercise Musket or Pike,  
Next morning did freely declare,  
They ne`re had so pleasant a night.    

LONDON, Printed for James Dean, Bookseller at the Queen's Head, between the Royal-Grove and Helms in Drury-Lane, 1685.