A NEW BALLAD To the praise of JAMES D. of Monmouth.  
He once was great,  
And to this Land did bring  
Triumphant Bays  
And Lautel to his KING.  
To the Tune of Now, now 'tis in vain.  

NOtwithstanding the Frowns  
That descends from the Crown,  
On my Lord that once was so dear,  
Preferred above other,  
Undone by a Brother,  
And the hate of an Uncle so near;  
Yet let them tread on,  
And end as begun,  
My Love it shall never withdraw;  
But in spite of all Fate  
In him I'll delight,  
For Monmouth's the flower of them all.   

Of great Places at Court,  
Turned him out for their Sport,  
Pretending that he soared too high;  
Or fearing he might  
At last claim a Right,  
Became a great Beam in their Eyes  
Cause the Mobely ran,  
And admired him each Man,  
And Welcomed him with a Hazza,  
For who can do less  
Than love whom they Bless?  
For Monmouth's the flower of them all   

These Monsters of Rome  
They first hatched his doom,  
Because that he stood in their way,  
And stopped their career  
When their Plots did appear  
To make our Religion their Prey.  
Those other great Lords  
Are now all abhorred,  
And termed as great Monsters as he,  
By that Tory Crew  
Who has nothing to do  
But to Scandel brave Monmouth's Degree.   

May they Shimie like  
In Cursing Delight,  
Till the Fall on their own Heads Rebound,  
And he like the Palms  
Suppressed, firmer stand,  
And the higher ascend from the Ground:  
For who can he be  
That's so happy as he,  
Who smilingly can so forgive,  
The abuses of Late  
Received from the State,  
Brave Monmouth be happy and Live.   

For the Heavens may grow clear  
And Great Charles appear,  
With the smiles of a Father as before;  
As he promised to me  
He Ever would be  
And he my Great Monmouth Restore.  
To his Places of State  
That he may be Great,  
And his Enemies unmasked be,  
Who's Endeavoured to bring  
Him in disgrace with his King,  
Brave Monmouth I love none but thee.   

May thy Royal Father  
Sway the Sceptre for Ever,  
And flourishing Govern this I and,  
May the Turks and the Atheists,  
Presbyterians and Papists,  
Turn one and in Unity stand;  
Then shall be firm Peace,  
From our Jars we shall Cease,  
In Church Government when we agree,  
And in the mean time,  
May the Crown keep the Line;  
Brave Monmouth we hapier shall be.   
FINIS.   

Printed and Sold by J. Grantham, in Newstreet. 1682.