THE SUCCESS of THE Two English Travellers Newly arrived in London.  
To a 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 Rebels 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 fling,  
Cried Rebels of England,  
you murdered your King.   

All this being odious  
unto our own hearts,  
Then from the French  
we were forced to departed;  
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 foot on Land,  
But straight they perceived  
that we were English Men,  
With their hands on their Rapiers  
their Cloaks off did fling,  
Crying Rebels 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  
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 fleer;  
You Rebels 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 some 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 Rights of the Crown:   

And now we're resolved  
in England 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.    

Printed for A. Banks.