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<HEAD>A Satyr upon Tyrconnels coming over to <HI>Ireland,</HI> to be Lord Deputy of that Kingdom.</HEAD>
<BYLINE>By an Engli&s;h Prote&s;tant there.</BYLINE>
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<L>A Ri&s;e old Neptune, &s;hake thy forked Spear,</L>
<L>Make all the Fi<GAP DESC="illegible" RESP="KEYERS" EXTENT="1 letter">h i'th' Sea, now Quake for fear:</L>
<L>Make Wind and Weather, now their fury &s;how,</L>
<L>And Rai&s;e up Tempe&s;ts, from the Shades below:</L>
<L>Cover the face of heaven, with mourning Clouds:</L>
<L>Let Storms &amp; Thunder, break down Sails &amp; Shrowds.</L>
<L>Now Neptune, look about thee, hold him fa&s;t:</L>
<L>Send him to'th' bottom, by &s;ome furious bla&s;t:</L>
<L>Now thou ha&s;t got him, &s;o far from the Shore:</L>
<L>Sink him, that he may plague the Land no more:</L>
<L><HI>Tyrconnel,</HI> Oh <HI>Tyrconnel!</HI> that is he:</L>
<L>Make him thy Pri&s;oner, never &s;et him free:</L>
<L>For if thou do&s;t, thou never more mai&s;t find</L>
<L>So fit a time, to plea&s;ure all mankind:</L>
<L>O mighty Neptune &s;ome Count thee a God;</L>
<L>For &s;hame then, let this Rebel feel thy Rod:</L>
<L>Command thy In&s;truments, rai&s;e all thy power:</L>
<L>Let fi&s;h, or &s;omething, now this prey devour:</L>
<L>Let vengeance fright him, let not plagues for&s;ake him:</L>
<L>If he Scape Drowning, let the Gallows take him:</L>
<L>Let him not find the lea&s;t degree of hope:</L>
<L>But what may &s;traight be chang'd into a Rope:</L>
<L>If he &s;hould &s;cape, both Sea and Gallows too,</L>
<L>The Devil him&s;elf will &s;carce know what to do:</L>
<L>This Cur&s;ed, Popi&s;h, Hectoring, Rome-bred Elf,</L>
<L>Will think he's grown, great <HI>Belzebub</HI> him&s;elf,</L>
<L>And &s;o di&s;place, even all the Devils in Hell,</L>
<L>Le&s;t they in mi&s;chief &s;hould him&s;elf excel:</L>
<L>Which to prevent, he'll get a conjuring wand,</L>
<L>And li&s;t them all under his own Command:</L>
<L>He'l purge his Army, with a Popi&s;h Pill,</L>
<L>And make the Devils &s;ubject to his will:</L>
<L>Out goes a man, and in his Vacant place,</L>
<L>In &s;teps a Devil, with a Romi&s;h face;</L>
<L>A Bonny-Clabber-Rogue, who&s;e lice would fill</L>
<L>An Empty Bag, left by his Fathers will:</L>
<L>That's good for nothing, but to &s;teal a &s;heep,</L>
<L>Or cut an Engli&s;h throat, when fa&s;t a&s;leep.</L>
<L>The&s;e are the Blades, the Tru&s;ty hearts of Oak:</L>
<L>That mu&s;t give hereticks their fatal &s;troak:</L>
<L>And now without the help of Jew or Turk,</L>
<L>Our Pope can thus accompli&s;h his own work:</L>
<L>Ha boys! Rejoyce, what power can now with&s;tand</L>
<L>The Popes de&s;igns led by this mighty hand?</L>
<L>Where Pope and Devil, and great <HI>Tyrconnels</HI> force,</L>
<L>Are thus Combin'd, to Rout both Foot and Hor&s;e:</L>
<L>Now Prote&s;tants look to't, we'l pay you off;</L>
<L>We'l now Remember every little &s;coff;</L>
<L>How you &s;ometimes, reproach our pretty Nuns,</L>
<L>And Friers too, our Churches Bawdy Sons:</L>
<L>They can't agree, to make a Brat together,</L>
<L>But &s;traight your Tongues mu&s;t run, we know not whi|ther.</L>
<L>Come Tories, come, Let's Rant, and Drink and Roar,</L>
<L>And Sacrifice unto the <HI>Romi&s;h Whore:</HI></L>
<L>Drink the Popes health, with Draughts of Engli&s;h blood;</L>
<L>For Popi&s;h Stomachs, nothing is &s;o good:</L>
<L>The Day's our own, let's Tap our Romi&s;h Wine;</L>
<L>Let's make our hay, now whil&s;t our Sun doth Shine.</L>
<L>Our time's but &s;hort, our zeal mu&s;t be the more,</L>
<L>To fill the Cup, of our Blood-thir&s;ty Whore,</L>
<L>Who&s;e hungry paunch, has long time kept a fa&s;t;</L>
<L>For pitty &s;ake, let's fea&s;t her now at la&s;t:</L>
<L>In doing &s;o, his Holine&s;s will ble&s;s us,</L>
<L>And with our fellow-Devils of hell po&s;&s;e&s;s us:</L>
<L>He keeps the Keys, of Purgatory and Hell,</L>
<L>And will Reward &s;uch faithful &s;ervice well:</L>
<L>Tho&s;e that can Laugh to hear a heretick groan,</L>
<L>Shall &s;it with <HI>Pluto,</HI> on his &s;moaky Throne:</L>
<L>But tho&s;e that can't in murder Sing and Glory,</L>
<L>Shall only be advanc'd to Purgatory.</L>
<L>Let this incourage all, both High and Low,</L>
<L>Whil&s;t we have time, to &s;trike one hearty blow:</L>
<L>A Blow that may &s;ecure the Tripple Crown,</L>
<L>And bring Reformi&s;t, with a vengeance, down:</L>
<L>A Blow that may our Catholick cau&s;e Advance,</L>
<L>And make it's Brats about a May-pole Dance:</L>
<L>A blow that may, for ever &s;plit the hopes</L>
<L>Of Hereticks that Rant again&s;t our Popes.</L>
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<LG>
<L>March on, <HI>Try&s;anor,</HI> whil&s;t we &s;ing thy prai&s;e,</L>
<L>For the&s;e long look't for gallant Popi&s;h days:</L>
<L>For tho' we know thou art a Tory-Cur,</L>
<L>Yet thou ha&s;t given the Whigs a Devilli&s;h &s;lur:</L>
<L>Tho' we are Dogs, yet we're of thy own breed;</L>
<L>A Tory Crew, better to hang than feed:</L>
<L>Thy worthy prai&s;es we can loudly yelp;</L>
<L>Hail! then, <HI>Try&s;anor,</HI> oh thou hopeful Whelp,</L>
<L>Thy very name declares thy nature true,</L>
<L>We'l burn the Gallows, le&s;t they claim their due:</L>
<L>So may we march, without controul or fear,</L>
<L><HI>Cerb'rus</HI> i't'h Van, and <HI>Talbot</HI> in the Rear;</L>
<L>We'l &s;et our Bagpipes, to the briske&s;t Notes,</L>
<L>And in thy prai&s;e we'l rend our very Throats:</L>
<L>We'l tune tho&s;e &s;trings, which were for ages &s;ad:</L>
<L>And with brave Catholick Songs, We'l now grow mad:</L>
<L>The mighty Patron of thy Countrys wo,</L>
<L>Devilli&s;hly lov'd, and ever will be &s;o:</L>
<L>For why old Nick, does never u&s;e to fail</L>
<L>Such Tools as feed, upon the Dragons Tail:</L>
<L>With Caps ca&s;t up, we'l tear the very ground,</L>
<L>And make the Infernals Leap, to hear the &s;ound:</L>
<L>The Prince of Darkne&s;s, &s;ure will join with us,</L>
<L>To &s;ee us rais'd to Helli&s;h honour thus:</L>
<L><HI>Phlegon,</HI> let's &s;ee thy face, to make us &s;port:</L>
<L>Who Crown'd with Worm-wood, came from <HI>Pluto's Court,</HI></L>
<L>And fraught with prai&s;e, for deeds of Darkne&s;s done,</L>
<L>De&s;erves the &s;tile of <HI>Belzebubs</HI> own Son:</L>
<L>Thy face, thy face, O that rich face of thine,</L>
<L>A ru&s;ty Bullet &s;carce &s;o much doth &s;hine:</L>
<L>Nature has cram'd thy Pockets too, with &s;tore</L>
<L>Of good Potatoes, that they'l hold no more:</L>
<L>By Sea and Land, thy valour has been known,</L>
<L>In Field, or Bog, each Girl, was &s;till thy own:</L>
<L>And at this day thy &s;trange prevailing hand</L>
<L>Procures all Cur&s;es to this groaning Land:</L>
<L>For like a Ba&s;ilisk, fill'd with Venom &s;tore,</L>
<L>Thou'rt come to Poi&s;on all the Iri&s;h &s;hore:</L>
<L>The Toads and Frogs St. <HI>Patrick</HI> bani&s;ht hence,</L>
<L>Are all return'd, to &s;tand in thy defence:</L>
<L>Our gallant Popi&s;h King, has &s;ent thee hither,</L>
<L>To teach us all to Dance, we know not whither;</L>
<L>We with we ben't at la&s;t, all hang'd together.</L>
<L>Hail! Hail! <HI>Antitheus,</HI> Fro&s;t and Snow, and Hail,</L>
<L>Thunders and Earthquakes, wait upon thy Tail:</L>
<L>Hail Scab of Courts! Hail! Pet of Popi&s;h rage!</L>
<L>Hail &s;hining Serpent, of this pre&s;ent age!</L>
<L>Hail <HI>Cerberus</HI> Peer, by God and Man abhor'd!</L>
<L>Hail Mon&s;ter, &s;uch as <HI>Africk</HI> can't afford!</L>
<L>Hail <HI>Hydra's</HI> Heart! Hail, nothing can be wor&s;e!</L>
<L>Grim <HI>Plutos</HI> Darling, and the Peoples Cur&s;e:</L>
<L>Let Hail like Mil&s;tones, fall upon thy Head,</L>
<L>And never cea&s;e till Hail has &s;truck thee Dead.</L>
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<LG>
<L>The States of <HI>Greece</HI> could not with greater Joy:</L>
<L>Receive their Dukes returning home from <HI>Troy:</HI></L>
<L>Nor Pope rejoice more in his power and places,</L>
<L>Than we to &s;ee thee hang'd before our faces:</L>
<L>Dye then, <HI>Try&s;anor</HI> Dye, and go no further,</L>
<L>For God will &s;urely Judge, for Blood and Murder:</L>
<L>And that's the Go&s;pel, that thou do&s;t defend,</L>
<L>May <HI>Haman's</HI> portion quickly be thy end:</L>
<L>May all true Church-men, now them&s;elves prepare</L>
<L>To break thy Neck, with this new Common prayer:</L>
<L>Thy days are evil, may they be but few,</L>
<L>Lord make that part of <HI>Jacobs</HI> Lot thy due:</L>
<L>May good St. <HI>Coleman</HI> never quiet be;</L>
<L>Till thou ha&s;t thy reward, as well as he:</L>
<L>May <HI>Plunkets</HI> Gho&s;t, for ever thee affright,</L>
<L>And drive thee &s;oon, into eternal night:</L>
<L>And may St. <HI>Stafford</HI> never let thee re&s;t,</L>
<L>Till of Infernal man&s;ions thou'rt po&s;&s;e&s;t:</L>
<L>And may St <HI>Grove</HI> and <HI>Pickering</HI> hither clamber,</L>
<L>And drag thee hence into thy Brim&s;tone Chamber:</L>
<L>May <HI>Belzebub</HI> thy Carka&s;s all ingro&s;s:</L>
<L>From all &s;uch Popi&s;h Nimrods, <HI>Libera Nos:</HI></L>
<L>In fine, may <HI>Pluto,</HI> and his helli&s;h Crew,</L>
<L>Combine to fetch thee, as their pre&s;ent due:</L>
<L>And may this Nation, fill'd with hone&s;t flames,</L>
<L>Ne're want a Cur&s;e to fling upon &s;uch names.</L>
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<P><HI>LONDON,</HI> Printed for <HI>F. Smith.</HI> And Publi&s;hed by <HI>R. Baldwin</HI> in the Great <HI>Old-Baily.</HI> 1689.</P>
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