Mount Taraghs Triumph. 5. Iuly. 1626.
To the tune of the
Careere.
KIng
Charles be thou blest, with peace and with rest;
who caus'd this assembly hither.
Welcome yee
Peeres, yee
Earles of our Shires,
yee
Viscounts, and
Barons together.
Taragh the Mount, his ioyes doth account,
being grat'd with your gratefull presence.
Nobles then all, at
Falkland his call,
to
Charles see you giue your obeysance.
Knights of great merits, generous of spirits,
to
Taragh ye'are welcome this day:
Esquiers, and gentrie, the force of our Countrie,
so march on in battle array:
Spirits of great worth, from the South to the North,
whose hearts doe to honor aspire,
To stand with renowne, for
Charles and his Crowne,
is your onely delight, and desire.
The Squadrons appeere, the Troupes they Careere,
from the foote of the Hill, to the top:
With force (like a flood, being mainely withstood)
their courage indureth no stop.
King
Charles to thy Troupes, the hill of
Taragh stoupes
that long a Royall Mansion hath beene:
With Ecchoes in the skies, it shouts and it cries,
long life to King
Charles and his
Queene.
What can your foes, expect but your blowes,
and the force of your conquering hands?
If they be bent, to take their euent,
to approach to your shoars, or your sands;
Backe you will send them, or altogether end them:
for the heauens and your right will vphold you:
Captaines why then, come marshall your men,
As if
Mars, or King
Charles did behold you.
Falkland behold, this Armie most bold,
most constant, and loyall of hearts;
To make vp their Fortes, or to maintaine their Portes,
prepar'd to performe their parts:
With hearts they doe show such homage as they owe,
and straight at a call doe attend:
King
Charles his Pauillion against an arm'd Million
of foes, they will stoutly defend.
The
Median-soyle, vnpatient of the foyle,
is the heart of our natiue land;
Mount
Taragh of fame is the heart of the same
whereon this Royall armie doth stand:
That heart, of her heart, with euery other part,
faire
Ireland presents to her King,
With Trumpets and Drums (not fearing for that
[...])
King
Charles his triumph let vs sing.
Yee
Gentlemen and
Squiers, yee
Knights of the Shires,
your seruice with courage maintaine:
In euerie degree let noble
Falkland see
that your hearts, with your
Prince doe remaine:
Then will be relate vnto the King and State,
that
Ireland breeds subiects most loyall,
Yee
Barons, Viscounts, Earles, giue thankes to King
Charles▪
who caus'd this assembly most royall.
FINIS.
God saue the King.
Imprinted at Dublin,