The SUCCESS OF THE Two English Travellers, Newly Arrived at LONDON.  
To an excellent new Irish Tune.  
 

AS we was a ranging  
upon the salt Seas,  
For France and for Spain,  
our humours to please;  
But when we came there,  
the first News we did hear,  
Was, You Rebleses of England  
What do you do here:   

When we was a walking  
along in the Street,  
Both Men, Wives, and Children,  
and all we did meet,  
They gathered up Stones,  
and at us did sting,  
Crying, Rebleses of England  
you murdered your King.   

All this being odious  
unto our own hearts,  
Then from the French  
we were forced to depart;  
The French did deride us,  
with scornful disdain;  
We hoist up Topsail,  
and sailed for Spain.   

But when we came there,  
we'd not set soot on Land,  
But strait they perceived  
that we were English Men;  
With their hands on their Rapiers,  
their Cloaks off did sling,  
Crying, Rebleses of England,  
you murdered your King.   

All this being odious  
unto our conceits,  
We hoist and hastened  
up into the Straits:  
Next Port unto Venice,  
intending to go,  
Not fearing nor dreading I  
they did of it Know.   

But when we came there,  
our Ships they did scan,  
They saw by our Colours  
we were English Men;  
O they laughed in their Lingo,  
and at us did steer,  
You siebles of England  
what do you do here?   

Thus twenty Years wand'ring  
from Seaport to Town,  
In all parts abused,  
resolved to turn home:  
We steered up for London,  
but when we came there,  
The Court all in Mourning,  
put us in despair,   

Then great Charles of England,  
we found was Interred,  
And some known Offenders  
in Mourning appeared;  
Who for same Years together,  
had designed and swore,  
To serve him as they did  
his Father before.   

Great James of his Birthright.  
they sought to Depose,  
But now for ten Guinneys  
you'll find none of those:  
King James is Established  
safe in his Throne,  
And none shall Invade  
the just sights of the Crown.   

And now we're resolved  
in Emgland to stay,  
And wait for to serve,  
and our King to obey;  
And his Royal Consort,  
Queen Mary's blessed Name;  
And we'll drive both the French  
and the Dutch o'er the Main.    

London: Printed for C. Bates, at the Bible and Sun, in Pie-corner.