To each Gentleman-Soldier in the Company of the Worshipful James Boddington, Lieutenant-Colonel of the Green Regiment of Trained Bands.  

AS mighty Heroes, whose great Deeds & Name  
By Foreign Acts proclaim perpetual Fame;  
So yours no less magnanimous appear,  
At each Alarm, to guard the Nation here:  
Witness of late, when Ruffians did combine  
Together in a barbarous Design  
Of murdering Great King William, Europe's Joy,  
And all his Loyal Subjects to destroy;  
Then did the Valiant Green, like early Spring,  
First take up Arms (to save their Gracious King  
From th' Hands of those bloodthirsty Traitors who  
Designed at once three Kingdoms to undo:)  
With Zeal so great, as if 't were your Intent,  
To fight all with your single Regiment.  
For which brave Act, the Green deserve to be  
In Fame's Record to all Posterity.  
Nor did you only lead the Van this Year,  
But, in your Post, likewise brought up the Rear;  
Which amply shows, the Green are thought to be  
London's chief Bulwark and Security.  
Go on, great Sons of Mars, to charge your Foes;  
None but foolhardy Soldiers dare oppose  
Your valiant matchless Arms, which does amaze  
The Stout themselves, the rest with Wonder gaze.  
So gallantly accoutred you appear,  
And so expert in Conduct, that pale Fear  
Your Enemies possess, whilst all the Crowd  
Extol your Courage with Applauses loud.   
Your Trusty Marshal, John Brown.