An Heroical SONG On the Worthy and Valiant Exploits of our Noble Lord General GEORGE Duke of ALBEMARLE, etc. Both by LAND and SEA.  
Made in August, 1666.  
To the Tune of St. George.  
KIng Arthur and his Men they valiant were and bold, the Table Round was high renowned, twelve hardy Knights did hold; all in the day's of old extolled for Chivalry: but they long since are dead, and under ground do lie, to keep up England's Fame, our present Story Chorus. tells, How Lord George, Lord George, in prowess now excels. Lord George was born in England, restored his Country's Joy, come let us sing Vive le Roy. Chorus. Lord George was born in England, restored his Country's Joy, come let us sing Vive le Roy.  

●he Monarchies, all four, were purchased with blood;  
●arthage of old, and Rome as bold, each other long withstood;  
●nd many Lives were lost in every enterprise.  
Orlando Furioso, he was more rash than wise:  
●ut never heard before, so well contrived a thing,  
●ow Lord George, Lord George, in Peace brought home our King.  

Lord George was born in England,  
Restored his Country's Joy,  
Come let us sing Vive le Roy.    

French Mounsieur Compliments his Cracks and Cringes many;  
The Spanish Don his Hat keeps on, and looks as big as any;  
The Irish Tory fierce; Venetians Courage Hot;  
The Welshman still high born; most subtle is the Scot:  
But yet among them all, deny it now who can,  
Still Lord George, Lord George Renowned Englishman.  

Lord George, etc.    

Derby and Capel both did Noble Martyrs die,  
Their latest breath, unto the Death, pronouncing Loyalty;  
Good Subjects many more, did suffer Deaths most vile;  
●n Scotland brave Montross was murdered by Argyle:  
For King and Country's sake, all those laid down their Lives;  
But Lord George, Lord George, to serve his Prince survives.  

Lord George, etc.    

Brave famous Noblemen, and others here did fight  
For Charles His Cause, when 'gainst the Laws detained was His right:  
In those unhappy Wars, died many Worthies good,  
Did win Immortal Fame by Losing Loyal blood:  
Yet maugre all their Force, Usurpers got the Throne;  
But Lord George, Lord George, He gave the King his own.  

Lord George, etc.    

By many Battles fought, the Turks a Potent Lord;  
King Philip's Son of Macedon, got all the World by's Sword;  
Great William ' gained this Land, and all the Danes drove out;  
Fifth Harry Conquered France, by force and valour stout:  
Their Greatness to Increase, these exercised their might;  
But Lord George, Lord George, doth for his Master fight.  

Lord George, etc.    

Jephtha and Gideon by Miracle did strike;  
The Son of Nun did stay the Sun, no Man did do the like;  
Samson was the strongest begot of humane race;  
Jonathan and David killed Philistines apace:  
All those did fight on Land, their Foes when slaughtered they;  
But Lord George, Lord George rides Conqueror at Sea.  

Lord George, etc.    

Of many brave Exploits do ancient Stories tell,  
But Sea-fights such as ours with Dutch, yet none could parallel:  
Towards Midsummer the Moon works strongly on their brain,  
If in the Month of June they venture once again;  
For thrice they had the worst at that time of the year,  
And Lord George, Lord George still keeps them all in fear.  

Lord George, etc.    

We often read of Knights, Wild Beasts did overcome;  
Our General, beyond them all, beats Belgic Lion home;  
A Beast of wondrous Size, sometime did hold him play,  
But he the Conquest gained, upon St. James' day:  
The Lion then was hurt, did lamentably roar,  
But Lord George, Lord George since that did wound it more.  

Lord George, etc.    

The Victory obtained, was further still made good,  
Our Englishmen, unto their Den, the Dutchmen home pursued:  
Their Fleet in Harbour fired, their Village sacked and burned,  
Made Butterboxes swear the Monk to Devil was turned;  
As flamed the Trojan Walls, so did their Ships or worse,  
For Lord George, Lord George sent in the Wooden-horse.  

Lord George, etc.    

If daring Frenchmen now our Valour longs to try,  
Soon as he will, we ready still, his Mind to satisfy:  
His Itch shall quickly Cure, when he shall feel our Sword  
With Dutch not blunted yet, we'll t'other 'Bout afford;  
And if he thinks it good, the Dane may likewise call,  
For Lord George, Lord George doth hope to beat them all.  

Lord George, etc.    

Success wait on his Arm, till Triumph bring him home  
To Native Soil, enriched with Spoil of Enemies overcome:  
Whilst they by Weeping-Cross are driven back again,  
May he with Joy return to his Dear Sovereign;  
And in his proper Orb, with Honour still attend,  
Till Lord George, Lord George 'mong Angels shall ascend.  

Lord George was born in England,  
Restored his Country's Joy,  
Come let us end Vive le Roy.     

[Licenced according to Order.]   

London, Printed by W. Godbid for John Playford at his Shop in the Temple. 1667.