The TRIUMPHING English Commanders, Or the Rebel's Overthrow and utter Desolation.  
To the Tune of the Thundering Cannons roar.  

This may be Printed,  
R. L. S.   
 depiction of battle scene from English Civil War  

I.  
HOld! the numerous Carriages!  
Fraughted strongly to possess  
All the Kingdoms great and less,  
Of Mighty JAMES the Gracious;  
Sith 'tis His own by Birth and Right,  
Against the Traitors let us Fight,  
And make it only our delight  
To kill the Rogues that face us.   

II.  
Douglas and his Warlike Train,  
Triumphs o'er the Woods and Plain,  
But not disturb the peaceful Swain,  
Unless James Scot they favour;  
Then the dying endless Cries  
Of such Rogues, shall rend the Skies,  
Expecting still their Destinies,  
'Cause they of Rebel's Savour.   

III.  
Infinit's the Loyal Host,  
Hath ring round the Western-Coast,  
Waiting on poor Monmouths Ghost,  
Whom they resolve to fetter;  
With a Shackle and a Chain,  
(A just reward of's evil Brain)  
And after rid him out of pain,  
'Cause he would be no better.   

IV.  
The Rebels now do Glaston reach,  
And where they go, Rebellion Teach,  
And still the Good Old Cause they Preach,  
And pray for Ignoramus;  
Whilst the Dukes and Hero's brave,  
Contrive the Faction to enslave;  
Monmouth seeks his Neck to save,  
But he shall never shame us.   

V.  
Great Albermarl, and Somerset,  
Grafton, Beaufort, are all met,  
And Perkin they have all beset,  
And on the Boors are waiters;  
Pembroke, likewise them doth join,  
And Feversham with them combine,  
Whose Glories do the Sun outshine,  
T' Eclipse that of the Traitors.   

VI  
Churchill too, the West Invades,  
(With his Glorious merry Lads,  
Whose great Honour never fades)  
To subdue the Faction:  
The Loyal Army troop along,  
Through the Towns and Fields they throng,  
And hunt by Scent, which lies so strong,  
For it smells Association.   

VII.  
May Mars inspire the resolute Souls,  
And Bacchus fill the ebbing Bowls  
Of all the Loyal English-Poles,  
T' inspire them and their Horses;  
The Martial God with's glittering shield,  
Will grant no Quarter in the Field,  
To Rebels, till he makes 'em yield,  
To his unconquered Forces.   

VIII.  
When the mighty Cannons drown,  
The noise of Bells, and every sound,  
From the vastest Wiltshire-down,  
'Gainst Perkin and the Rebels;  
Then we'll recharge, and give no breath  
To Traitors, but pursue their death,  
And after Triumph o'er the Heath,  
In spite of Wiggesh Libels.   

IX.  
View the mighty flowing Main!  
Swelled above the lofty Plain!  
With the Vitals of the slain,  
(Rewards for all the Evils)  
Of the Traitors; let's destroy  
Every member for the ROY;  
Then return again with joy,  
That we've subdued the Devils.   

Loayl Subjects now rejoice,  
Drums, and Trumpets make a noise,  
Drink a cup and sing Brave Boys  
Good health to James the Royal.  
Loyalty's a noble thing,  
Service done unto a King  
Honour and Reward doth bring;  
Then let us still be Loyal.   
FINIS.