Monmouth Degraded Or James Scot, the little King in LYME A SONG  
To the Tune of Hark, hark, the Thundering Cannons roar, etc.  

I.  
COme Beat Alarm, Sound a Charge,  
As well without as in the Verge,  
Let every Sword and Soul be large,  
To make our Monarch Shine Boys:  
Let's leave off Whores and Drunken Souls,  
And windy words o'er briming Bowls;  
Let English Hearts exceed the Poles,  
'Gainst Perkin, King in Lyme Boys.   

II.  
Such a Fop-King was ne'er before  
Is Landed on our Western shore,  
Which our black Saints do all adore,  
Inspired by Tub-Divine Boys:  
Let us assume the Souls of Mars,  
And March in Order, Foot and Horse,  
Pull down the Standard at the Cross,  
Of Perkin King in Lyme Boys.   

III.  
Pretended Son unto a King,  
Subject of Delights in Sin,  
The most ungrateful Wretch of Men,  
Dishonour to the Shrine Boys;  
Of Charles and James, the undoubted Right  
Of England's Crown and Honours Bright,  
While he can find us work, let's Fight,  
'Gainst Perkin, King in Lyme Boys.   

IV.  
The Sainted Sisters now looks Blue,  
Their Cants all False if God be True,  
Their Teaching Stallions dare not do,  
No more but Squeeze and Whine Boys;  
Exhorting all the Clowns to Fight  
Against their God, King, Church and Right,  
Takes Care, for all their Wives at Night,  
For Perkin, King in Lyme Boys.   

V.  
Poor Perkin now, he is no more,  
But James Scot, as he was before;  
No Honour left but Soul to soar,  
Till quite expired with time Boys  
But first he'll call his Parliament,  
By Ferguson and Gray's Consent,  
Trenchard and all the Boars in's Tent,  
Fit for the King in Lyme Boys.   

VI  
'Gainst these mock Kings, each draw his Sword  
In Blood we'll print them on Record,  
Traitors against their Sovereign Lord,  
Let's always Fight and join Boys,  
Now they're Blocked up by Sea and Land,  
By Treason they must fall or stand,  
We only wait the King's Command,  
To Burn the Rogues in Lyme Boys.   

VII.  
But now we hear they're sallied forth,  
Front and Flank 'em, South and North,  
Nobles of brave England's Worth,  
Let your bright Honours shine Boys▪  
Let Guns and Cannons Roar and Ring,  
The Music of a Warlike King,  
And all the Gods just Conquest bring,  
Against the Rogues in Lyme Boys.   
FINIS   

LONDON; Printed for James Dean, Bookseller at the Queens-Head; between the Royal G 〈…〉 and Helmet in Drury-Lane; Removed from Cranborn-street in Leicester Fields, 1685.