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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<HEAD>The New Medley: Or,
A Song compo&s;ed of the Raire&s;t Tunes.
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<HEAD>The Scots.</HEAD>
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<L>I Am a bonny <HI>Scot</HI> Sir, my name is <HI>Mickle John</HI></L>
<L>'Twas I was in the Plot Sir, when fir&s;t the war begun</L>
<L>I left the Court one thou&s;and &s;ix hundred forty one</L>
<L>But &s;ince the flight at <HI>Worce&s;ter</HI> fight wee are all undone;</L>
<L>I &s;erv'd my Lord and Ma&s;ter, when as he ligg'd at home</L>
<L>Our cau&s;e did &s;hrink, Gods bread I think</L>
<L>The D&eacute;el's got in his room</L>
<L>Hee no man fears, but &s;tamps and &s;tares</L>
<L>Through all Chri&s;tendome.</L>
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<L>I have travel'd mickle ground</L>
<L>Since I came from <HI>Worce&s;ter</HI> pound</L>
<L>I have gang'd a gallant round</L>
<L>Through all our neighbouring Nations;</L>
<L>And what their opinions are</L>
<L>Vnto you I &s;hall declare</L>
<L>Of the <HI>Scotch</HI> and <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> war</L>
<L>And their approbations</L>
<L>Wee were beaten tag and rag</L>
<L>Foot and leg, wem and crag</L>
<L>Heark I hear the <HI>Dutch-men</HI> brag</L>
<L>And begin to blu&s;ter.</L>
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<HEAD>The Dutch.</HEAD>
<L>Gods Sacrament, &s;hall Hogen Mogen States</L>
<L>&s;trike down their Top-&s;ayls unto puny powers</L>
<L>Ten hundred tun of Devil damme the fates</L>
<L>if all their &s;hips and goods do not prove ours,</L>
<L>Since that bloody wounds delight them</L>
<L>tantara rara let the Trumpet &s;ound.</L>
<L>Let <HI>Vantrump</HI> go out and fight them</L>
<L>Elde&s;t States &s;hould fir&s;t he crown'd</L>
<L><HI>Engli&s;h</HI> Schellums fight not on Gods &s;ide</L>
<L>But alas they have given our <HI>Flemi&s;h</HI> Boats &s;uch a broad &s;ide,</L>
<L>That wee &s;hall bee forced to retreat</L>
<L>S&eacute;e the <HI>French-man</HI> commeth in compleat.</L>
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<HEAD>The French.</HEAD>
<L>Begar Moun&s;ieur, 'tis much in vain</L>
<L><HI>For</HI> Dutchland, France, <HI>or</HI> Spain,</L>
<L>To cro&s;s the <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> Nation</L>
<L>They are now grown &s;o &s;trong.</L>
<L>The Devil er't bee long</L>
<L>Mu&s;t learn the <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> tongue</L>
<L>'Tis better that we &s;hould combine</L>
<L>And &s;ell them Wine,</L>
<L>And learn of them to make a Lady fine</L>
<L>Wee'l learn of them to trip and mince</L>
<L>To kick and wince,</L>
<L>For by the &s;word wee never &s;hall convince</L>
<L>Since every Brewer there can beat a Prince.</L>
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<HEAD>The Spaniard.</HEAD>
<L>What are the <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> &s;o quarrel&s;ome grown</L>
<L>That they cannot of late let their Neighbours alone</L>
<L>And &s;hall a great and a Catholick King</L>
<L>Let's Scepter be controul'd by a &s;word or a fling</L>
<L>Or &s;hall <HI>Au&s;tria</HI> endure</L>
<L>&s;uch affronts for to bee</L>
<L>No wee'l tumble down their power</L>
<L>as you &s;hall Senior &s;&eacute;e.</L>
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<HEAD>The Welch.</HEAD>
<L><HI>Taffy</HI> was once a Coddy Mighty of <HI>Wales</HI></L>
<L>but her Cou&s;in <HI>O. P.</HI> was a Creature</L>
<L>Come into her Country Cods &s;plutter-analls</L>
<L>her take up her <HI>Welch</HI> Hook and beat her</L>
<L>Her eat up her Sh&eacute;e&s;e, her Turky and G&eacute;e&s;e</L>
<L>her Pigge and her Capon did dye for't,</L>
<L>Ap <HI>Robert,</HI> ap <HI>Evan,</HI> ap <HI>Morgan,</HI> ap <HI>Stephan,</HI></L>
<L>but <HI>Shinking</HI> and <HI>Powel</HI> did flie for't</L>
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<HEAD>The Iri&s;h.</HEAD>
<L>O hone, O hone, poor. <HI>Iri&s;h Shan</HI></L>
<L>mu&s;t howle and cry</L>
<L>Saint <HI>Patrick</HI> help thy Country-man</L>
<L>or faith and troth wee dye;</L>
<L>The <HI>Engli&s;h</HI> &s;till do us pur&s;ue</L>
<L>and wee are forc'd to flee</L>
<L>Saint <HI>Patrick</HI> help, we have no Saint but thee</L>
<L>Let's cry no longer O hone a Cram a Cr&eacute;e.</L>
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<HEAD>The Engli&s;h.</HEAD>
<L>A Crown, a Crown, make roome</L>
<L>The <HI>Engli&s;h man</HI> doth come</L>
<L>Who&s;e valour is taller than all Chri&s;tendome.</L>
<L><HI>The</HI> Spani&s;h, French, <HI>and</HI> Dutch, Scots, Welch, <HI>and</HI> Iri&s;h <HI>grutch.</HI></L>
<L>Wee fear not, wee care not, for wee can deal with &s;uch</L>
<L>When yee did begin in a Civill war to wa&s;te</L>
<L>Yee thought that our Tillage you pillage &s;hould bee at la&s;t,</L>
<L>And when that we could not agr&eacute;e, you did think to &s;hare our fall</L>
<L>But yee finde it wor&s;e nere &s;tir, for wee &s;hall noo&s;e yee all.</L>
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