Britain and Ireland's last adieu  
To Rome, and Babel's cursed crew.   

SInce Jock and Jack by happy chance  
are joined in amity:  
You popish Monsieurs march to France,  
you Dons to Castalee.  
Let Romish frogs return to Rome,  
and mean them to the Pope:  
If here they haunt, expect a doom  
no better nor a rope.   

Our Irish Shane with weeping eye,  
Moans he loved Rome so long:  
And now to God and Britain he  
regraits his woes and wrong,  
Entreating them for Christ's blessed wounds,  
that he relieved may be  
From errors pits wherein he swoons  
least blinded there he die.   

For why? in Turkey, Rome, nor Spain  
was not such cruelty,  
Nor for God Saints such barbarous pain,  
such shame and misery.  
Such grinding of the poor ones face,  
such plots of Church and State,  
Unpunished were in no place,  
as in our land of late.   

Trueman to God and to his King,  
did at Knockfergus die;  
And there a spectacle did hing,  
whiles traitors honoured be.  
March on brave Jock, thy lot is so,  
God's game for to begin:  
To free thyself and brethren two  
from that proud man of sin.   

Jack use thy time, and busy be  
to chase these frogs a way,  
And with brave Jock bear company  
who will thee lend a day.  
At Tyne he'll on thy service stay,  
while thou well satled be:  
And for schans' sake along the wa●  
to Dublin march with thee.   

Those Romish Brambles to root out,  
which have overgrown that land,  
And Wentworth's weeds to dig about,  
which in Christ field there stand.  
And when brave Jock returns from Tyne,  
and Schane from Rome set free,  
Jock will with Jack march to the Rhyne  
the palsgrave's bounds to see.   

There to avenge the woes and wrong  
of our Eli●a fair,  
Whose Princely race horn down so long  
is by the Spainiard there.  
I hope our lion once will wake,  
and with his leopard's strong,  
His sister's race to take to heart  
his martial thoughts among.   

The pricking Thissle shall convoy  
Christ's ensigns to those bounds:  
And Hibers' Harps with greatest joy  
shall warble forth their sounds.  
O if that blessed Day would daw,  
which Jock and Jack would see,  
Than they with courage in a raw  
should march to Germany.   

To clip the eagle's soaring wings,  
and curb in pride full ●● pain:  
Then he as God in Rome who reigns  
shall fall, not rise again.  
The Lord who hath this work begun,  
make it pertlied be;  
And when these troublous times are done  
end zions misery.   

Amen quoth he, who prays these three  
By God conjoined in unity,  
May still in one Religion  
Fear God, under one tripled Crown:  
That Dag●● here as he hath been  
May near God's ark no more be seen.   
FINIS