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 Rebles 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, Rebles of
England
you murther'd your King.
All this being odious
unto our own hearts,
Then from the
French
we were forc'd to depart;
The
French did deride us,
with scornful disdain;
We hoised up Top-sail,
and sailed for
Spain.
But when we came there,
we'd not set soot on Land,
But straight they perceiv'd
that we were
English Men;
With their hands on their Rapiers,
their Cloaks off did sling,
Crying, Rebles of
England,
you murther'd your King.
All this being odious
unto our conceits,
We hoised and hastned
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 laugh'd in their Lingo,
and at us did steer,
You siebles of
England
what do you do here?
Thus twenty Years wandring
from Sea-port to Town,
In all parts abused,
resolv'd to turn home:
We steer'd 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 Interr'd,
And some known Offenders
in Mourning appear'd;
Who for same Years together,
had design'd and swore,
To serve him as they did
his Father before.
Great
James of his Birth-right.
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'r resolved
in
Emgland to stay,
And wait for to serve,
and our King to obey;
And his Royal Consort,
Queen
Mary's blest Name;
And we'll drive both the
French
and the
Dutch o're the Main.
London: Printed for C. Bates, at the Bible and Sun, in Pye-corner.