Moderate Caualier OR The Soldiers Description of IRELAND AND Of the Country Disease With Receipts for the same FRom Glocester Siege till Arms lay'd downe In Trewroe fields I for the Crowne Vnder St. George March'd up and down And then Sir For Ireland came and had my share Of Blows not Lands gain'd in that warre But GOD defend me from such fare Again Sir Take heed to thy self lest theu make a Covenant with the Inhabitants of the Land whither thou goest lest it be for a snare in the miast of thee Exod 34 12 Only take heed to thyself and keep thy soul diligently lest theu forget the things which thiâ—â— eyes have seen lest they depart from thy heart all the dayes of thy life â—hus teach them thy sons and thy sons sons Deut 4. 9 A Book fit for all Protestants houses in Ireland Printed Anno. Dom MDCIXXV To the Protestant Nobility Gentry and Soldiery of Ireland but more especially to the Woshipfull the Major Aldermen Sherriff Citizens and Inhabitants of the City of Corke A Soldier for the KING great Sirs to you Humbly presents this little book to viewe Which speaks of Storyes old and not of newes Things to most of you known may be of vse In after ages when wee 're dead and gone And ' mongst all Protestants worth thinking on He stiles his book The Mod'rate Cavalier Which who so reads will find him so appear Hee 's no Incendiarie to blow the fire Of discension ' mongst Factions or desire VVarres being content with his lowe estate But 's sorry that too true he can relate No more of good encouragement from friends To the poor Soldiers who deserv'd amends For their past Service nere to be forgott Whilst in Ireland's an Englishman or Scott Be pleas'd therefore brave Sirs to Patronize The Soldiers worke that to his Enemies He be not made contemptible whose drift For a poor liveing's only to make shift VVhich being granted the Soldier I say For you and yours Eternally shall pray The Author upon his intent to have presented three dozen of these Râ—ks to the Major of Corke and his guests at his Feast when he first comes into his Office GAllants to Crown this Feast you 're here presented With a New dish of Poetry Invented By a Soldier and brought from Camp toth ' City VVhich speaks of serious things more than of witty Yet if in reading it beget a smile I hope dear friends you 're pleased well that while Behold three dozen Servitors appears Which are six files of Mod'rate Cavaliers All private Soldiers of the Forty Nine Reviv'd with lost Arrears by th' grand designe VVho come to make up a new Convivium Aut Fabulosum Aut Historicum Their Root is Six which makes a Battail square Their Front their Flanks their Rear all equal are Silence once said then they in Posture stand Till they receive the next word of Command They will not Plunder For you may your pockett Or Truâ—k leave to their charge and never lock it Be pleas'd to hear them speak or you may find By lookeing on them what is in their Mind If you don 't like their Story you may clap-em by th' heels Cashier or â—eare or you may wrap-em About your Sweetmeats or they 'l light your Pipe Or at the worst they 'l serve your to wipe If you do like their speech which is but Rustick They 'l tell the Feats they 've done with Pike Musquet How they have chased Teige through woods Boggs And frightned him more than a Hare 's with Doggs They 'l tell how all Ireland was at their cost Of Blood and Sweat regain'd when it was lost Thus have I told you what they are and how They may prove serviceable unto you It onely rests that I Now for my paines No loser be if that I get no gaines Then what you please toth ' Poet or the Printer 'T Will be an help to keep a Fire in VVinter MY Countrey Conscience prompts me not at all ' On feigned Gods but o th' true God to call T' inspire my Muse and help me to relate The poor English Protestants case and State In Ireland and to shew how they grew poor And why so now and then let 's God implore To be their aid and pray him to enlarge Our Rich Countreymens hearts for to discharge Their duty naturall For I conclude To Help their Helpers is but gratitude These poor are such whose mishap made them so And not their Sloath as plainly here I 'le showe Four hundred years this venomless fair Land Except the Natives hearts was at Command o th' English Scepter and Imperialll Crowne VVhos 's often Conquests kept Rebellions down Till Forty one when Hell broke loose the Devill And Popish Priests all plotting the vncivill Late bloudy barb'rous and Inhumane warre I want apt words their mallice to declare That Authors Actours and Contrivers were To kill and spoyle the English ev'ry where Then spread abroad throughout this Isle in Peace At home and in their beds a sleep did these Hell-taught Furies in one black dismal night One hundred thousand Murther e're 't was light Except the light they made by setting fire o th' English dwelling houses But t' inquire Of all the Tortures and vnheard of deaths Till then the tongue of any man that breaths Cannot expresse much less then can my Pen For Burn'd Hang'd Drown'd Whip'd to dath were men Women with Child and Babes but newly borne Alive rip'd open and to pieces torne Strip'd naked forc'd to run through Furres Thornes And hunted were with Doggs having sett Horns Vpon their heads to make them seem strange beasts VVhreof they boasted ' mongst themselves at Feasts All this was nothing to their Cruelty VVhich to escape for England they must flye VVhere Men in hast are raised to suppresse Those Caniballs and help these comfortlesse VVho soon arrived by Gods blessing here And dar'd the Slaves to Battell every where Twenty to one Nay â—en they judg'd no odds To give the Butchers where the cause was Gods And in short space a handfull of Sick men This Bloudy Nation had almost againe Quite Conquered But oh alas the VVarre Twixt KING an Parliament our Trophees marre Those Warlike spirits Quash'd by a Cessation Of Arms the bloudy Rebells take occasion To gather strength whilst our weake aids do scatter They seem themselves with Victorie to flatter Takeing advantage of the time their Traine Is brought with speed their lost Forts to regaine All 's now their owne except some Sea-port town And that 's Besieg'd and almost batter'd downe VVherein letts leave them praying for some ayd And crosse the Seas for England let us wade VVhere Agents do addresse themselves toth ' King And Parliament more forces thence to bring But all in vaine their owne turnes first they 'l serve Let Ireland sink or swim or yeild or Starve VVhen Youghall was besieg'd and Corke block'd up Kinsale and Bandon bridge dreading the Cup The Rebells
bring them up at such a rate As is most sutable to their Estate Some shall their Youth at Schoole and Colledge spend Others at Inns of Court their Studies end Some go to Trades others their Stately Teams Are wont to drive VVhilst here all 's in extreames A Gentleman or Churle Scholar or Cowboy No Trade but Merchant serves for ev'ry Plow-boy Hee that can reckon but his Pedegree Twenty descents from a Gentleman Hee I say as a poor gentleman will beg All o're the Kingdome till he hath one leg i th ' Grave rather than he will so disgrace His farre fetche Kindred and their Gentile race By being of a Trade though ne're so good He will be Hang'd first and not stain his Bloud Another Evil in Ireland we see VVhich happens most to such as English be Farmers can't live unlesse their VVealth be great Or be befriended by some Potentate A Freehold worth ten pounds a year's no more To live on than to make the owner Poor VVho must attend all Sessions and Assiâ—es And Turnes and County Courts and all devices That may be if his land doe bound or 's near Any Great Mans He dares not but be there Or else hee ' s Fin'd a Quarters Rent at least That in short space he shall not have a Beast To ride on or a Garran for to Plough 'T was ever fo in Ireland and so 't is now Then fain hee 'd sett his Land But who dares take it For he must Sell't out right or quite forsake it ' Cause this Great man doth only aime to Ha'te Hee Sells it to him even at 's owne Rate Then if hee 's VVife for England hee 'l away Before all 's gone where that in Peace he may Of a small Stock or by a working hand Live better there than here on 's Freehold Land To goe or stay now doubtfull is the matter For live he can't here well if he can't Flatter And if therein he get not the right knack He shall have Teige and Dermott on his back With Mongrell Sheorge and his appostate friends To sit on 's skirts ' gainst whome good Lord defend's Who will back-bite him and traduce him so That though hee 's poor yet poorer he shall grow Ill sed Cloathed and Lodg'd the man falls sick And weary of the world cares not how quick Death summons him unto the silent grave VVho trusts in Christ that he his Soul will save Hee liues not long but yet he doth survive His neighbours Charity which he alive Amongst his Countreymen long since saw dead VVho unto Doggs do throw the Childrens bread And wil use means to save an Oxe or Cow Of their owne but their poor Countrey-man now They have no need of for he looks for Cates They say is too fine mouth'd and at the rates The Irish de can't live give them Potatoes They 'l Boyle and Roast and stroke up their Mustachoes This makes them Teige employ cause he will serve For lâ—sse than English can so they must starve Thus Irish fare must serve the man that labours Which hath destroy'd many poor English neighbours The honest man thus deed now goes to wracke That family his widdow at her back Getts up their youngest child the rest by th' hand She takes and goes to him who hath much Land An English man suppose and tells her grief And for her and the children beggs relief From thence they strike o're to an Irish Village VVhere Stacks of Corne they see and store of tillage But when they 're there the people of the place Come round about them stareing in their face And call them Clan Igauda's in disgrace That without Alms from thence they trudge apace Then doe they goe to such another man Though ten miles off if one such finde they can As was the Childrens Father though no kin VVith whom they doe make bold he takes them in And setts such meat before them as he eats Condoles their case and gives advise not threates To goe for England amongst their owne friends And when refresh'd a Garrane to them lends To bring them to some towne with English planted VVho have not yet forgot that they once wanted Such men as was these poor soules Father and They make a purse to send them for England VVhere we suppose they shall some comfort find ' Mongst Christians there who will relieve their kind And where I leave them sadly to report How our Grandees Oppresse the meaner sort VVhich to confirm and to make Assidavit I 'de bring Tea thousand if need were to have-it But now ' cause this poor Man doth personate The major part o th' English who of late VVere Soldiers let me not begrudge my breath To tell how it was sound he came by 's Death The Crowner being call'd one Mr Justman VVhome if I mayn't believe I 'le never trust-man In pannelled a JURY whose Fore-man VVas Mr. Reason next him if I can tells name I thinke was Mr. Look-sharp who VVith three more such was sworn and next unto Them Mr. Experience with his Pair-Royall And three with Mr. Tell-troth pass'd o th' Tryall First Reason he began the Corps to view He pass'd byth'old wounds and look'd about for new But finding none he Judged him to die Oâ—â— Countrey-Disease or some maladie Inward which master'd had his vitall part And did suppose Oppression went to 's heart Next Mr. Look-sharp with his three espy'd OId wounds that were on 's head and some on 's side Which look'd like Cutts Thrusts or Stals with Skeans The least whereof might well have been a means To have brought him to 's end for such like Scarres Had many Kill'd the first day of the Warres But ' cause they saw them whole they pass'd them by And on his meagre face they east their eye Which did denote he had been hardly vsed And to say truth was over much abused They spy'd his neck to bend his Sholders black As if hee 'd borne Oppression on his back VVhich made them judge that gave the man his Bane VVhereat the Corps did as 't were Sneeze againe Then said Experience and his three Friends The Countrey-Disease in three kinds extends Itselfe first Murther then the Blondy-â—lix Which hath consum'd more men by three in six Than did the Sword in the late Bloudy VVarre The last's Oppression whereof lett 's take care o th' First and Last Ireland was never free But to the Last let ts Death ascribed be At length comes tell-troth who brings up the Rear And his companions all speak without feare That this man had been long sore sick But never Had any comfortable thing whatever To cure his grief the man was Broken-hearted E're since the day that he with his Land parted They said he faintly spake on his Death-bed Not all the Wounds he had receiv'd on 's head And in his body Some at Knocknonosse Some at Conmell at Lymrick and at Rosse No nor the Bloudy Flux but 't was Oppression That did him Kill
had prepar'd for them to drink Of Irelands sad estate what could men think The vast Estate of him that 's now a Lord One bit of bread to him did not affoard VVould he not Promise much but think ye then To VVarlike Officers and all their men That durst adventure but to fetch a Prey From his lost Lands what promises I say VVould he not make should not the Soldiers share Be the one half at least oth'gaine by warre VVould he not Promise much but think ye too If ere came Peace what he for them would do They should have Farmes to live on at such Rates As if the same had been their owne Estates And in all Cities and the Markett townes They should be Freemen if not weare Furre Gownes Have ye not heard how the Mouse in a Kieve Of good Ale drowning promised to give Her self toth'Cat if she would help her out Of that same danger whereof there is no doubt The Cat was glad and forthwith lent her hand And brought her forth The Mouse then at a stand What she should do at length espy'd a hole Wherein she crept the Car seeing her stole Away said Faithless Mouse performe your word Or ne're againe such help ' I le you affoard The Mouse secure tells her a pretty tale Wee keep no promises made in our Ale So here I say Soldiers were promis'd fair While to regaine Ireland most did dispaire But now the work is done they like the Cat Payd by the Mouse are even laughed at In England now the broyles are growne so great Some for the King and others for the State That men grow scarce the Father 's up in Armes Against the Son the Son againe Alarmes His Fathers Quarters Roundheads and Cavaliers They call each other in despight and Iears They turne their Colters to sharp Spears and Swords And fall to fighting more with Blows than words There is no roome for Cowards all wilâ— fight 'T is old mens glory and the Youths delight It was long doubtfull which should overcome Sometimes the Crowne prevail'd and other some ' Its Enemie and to promote each cause For bounden Prentices they make new Laws To take up Armes and serve their times i th' warre No Corporations may their Freedoms barre This liberty proclaim'd like cursed Charmes Emptyes the Shops fills the field with Armes Some borne by Men but more by Boyes they 're Soldiers That can but Musquetts carry on their shoulders Most hurtfull prov'd this Act toth ' Age Fifteen And there abouts as now is plainly seen For those that sav'd their lives they lost their trades And learn'd to swagger ' mong'st the Roreing blades They knew no Parents but were Sons of Mars Soldiers of Fortune bred up in the VVarres Yet Novices they were and spendthrifts too Hott-mettled blades they did themselves vndoe Who was too greedy for the Upper hand Which when 't is gott then Soldiers must disband Buffe Coates growe out of fashion voted downe And Armes must then give place unto the Gowne Had they but fought at the Low Countrey rate They'd better pleas'd the King if not the State But herein let ts not blame the Victors hast To end those Civil Broyles nor let us cast The name of Cowards on the Royall bands VVho were outwitted not or'ecome with hands Though wee can't Judge whose numbers were at first The Greatest yet now wee know who 'de the worst The Statesmen strove to weaken still the King Whose Project tooke effect in this one thing They Ransom'd still their Prisoners of Warre Whereof the other Party tooke no care But sufferd theirs to fill the Prisons so That half their men in field they could not showe Our English Irish Agents then addresses Make for those Soldiers and to them expresses Great Love pitty their present case and then Doe shew the oddes 'twixt Prisoners and Free men They further Urge the Justnes of the cause 'T is for their Countrey King and all the Lawes Of God and Nature ' gainst a Common Foe That they should fight and into Ireland goe Whilst here they fought but Brother against brother And dearest friends were killing one another The State consented and the Prisoners yeild To be at large once more i th' open field They cross the Seas and hast to Irish Shore VVhere getting foot-roome soon doe make it more They raise the Sieges that before was layd Against the Ports where first to land they made Their Cause thus chang'd a doubtfull for a Just one Toth ' midst of all their Foes they boldly thrust on Where let us leave them bravely makeing way For all the good that 's here enjoy'd this day The Royall Party now in England sees What 't is to lose such men for by degrees They are orecome meerly for want of men And are past hopes except that one beat ten Whereof they doe despaire knowing their Foe At Equall numbers fought them long agoe Thus weaker still they grow the other stronger They needs must yeild nor can they hold out longer The Warre thus ended th' Agents doe Petition For fresh supplyes and shew the sad condition Their friends are in in Ireland who doe want Both Men and money and their Men Provant That are already there a Comitte Reports their case toth ' House then they decree The Supernumeraries to disband Or send them over Seas into Ireland They give Commissions for to beat up Drums Throughout all England and list all that comes For Soldiers both Round-heads and Cavaliers All are accepted so they 'r Volunteers They promise them large pay and 't is no wonder The Rebells goods shall be to them free Plunder Each private man shall there be a Frecholder And Gentleman to boot is ev'ry Soldier These Baits prevail'd with such as lost their trades In the late VVarre and could not get by Spades Their living and of such an Army 's rais'd VVbo soon came o're and made the Rogues amaz'd They quitt their weaker holds flye to their stronger where they are Storm'd or else are Starv'd with hunger To Mountaines VVoods Boggs they 're chased then Not there secure they 're beaten out againe In Loughs and Islands then they seek to hide Themselves and villaines where to abide In safety and unsought for they suppose But they 're deceav'd for on drye land such showes Of New built Shallops Shipps Boats appeares Brought by these men that out they pull by th' ears Those Murth'ring Runawayes yet give them Quarter Who at the first put the British to torture Here by the way Reader I thee advise To take notice that I in any wise Do not ascribe the glory o th' Conquest To Men but God and where it is exprest The English suffer'd or such seats did doe Protestants I mean English and Scotch too Who Brittish are for diff'recne I make none Between them in any Service that 's done For if I should Mountroes brave Army then VVould be forgott who were deserving Men Episcopants and Presbyterians Independants
and such Sectarians I give the Name of Protestants to all That joyn'd against those that wee Papists call Nor was the Conquest made by Cavaliers Alone Nor yet by the Parliamenteers The Earl of Ormond Noble was i th' warre And so was Inchyquin who went as farre In danger for the time they both Commanded As any men could doe till Cromwell Landed Now when he came to give the Deel his due In Ireland he praise-worthy was though true It is for all his Acts in England done Against both Kings the Father and the Son I count him base But here some one may say His Irish Service too 's condemn'd this day Well if it be I think 't is without cause For Ireland then was in the very Jawes Of Death and had been swallow'd up no doubt It the Irish then had not got the Rout. But 't was not He nor his Army did all The Service that was since done as I shall Now make appear for then brave Sir Charles Coot Had been exempt who so Nobly stood too 't Maintaining of the Common cause Gods just Revenge against Murther whose very dust I honour who in 's Fathers stepps so trod As to the Rebells was the Scourge or Rod Of the Almighty He by good advise Did kill the Nitts that they might not growe Lice The Lord of Broghill too herein ought not Amongst the VVorthyes once to be forgott Generall Iones Reignolds and many more Brave things in Ireland did but as before I said These were Instruments now the praise To God alone let us returne alwayes And left that Teige should say He for the King Did fight which to me is a hatefull thing And pretend that these Worthyes were his Fees My mind and conscience I will now disclose I think they served God the King and State That were most Active in breaking Teigs pate Nay more I say I think Broghil an Câ—ot Against the King never lift hand or foot Whereas the Irish Rebel-like ran out Against the King and Law and meant no doubt To sett the Pope above his head whose right Before the Kings they did preferre in spight Could ever they then though deceitfully They seem'd reform'd have claime to Loyalty I answer nay God would not them permitt To goe unpunnish'd for all their subtile witt They vs'd when vanquish'd and quite overcome Then Teige is for the King forscoth for whome They Banish'd were and with him were partakers In sufferings impos'd by his forsakers No they did the King much wrong and great harmes Pretending for his right they took up Armes Yet was not able him for to restore No that 's a worke for those I nam'd before Broghil and Coot with the Irish Brigade So call'd with Monke their helping hands so lay'd That after subduing the Rebells here His Majesty in Peace they brought in clear And re-established him in his Throne O're whome on Earth Superiour ther 's none All this premis'd the Rebells vanquish'd quite Fairly in Field the Remnant put to flight Thus Ireland was reduc'd But let ts see how Our gallant Soldiers are requited now And whether they that have escap'd their Graves By their own Countrey men are not made slaves And first I will begin with those they say Did Cromwell serve who for Arrears of pay Had land sect out to them in satisfaction You 'd think them well But truth is no detraction Some private Soldiers were by their Commanders Chous'd of their Land and Pack'd away to Flanders And he that would not goe but thought to stay And live on 's Land they sound another way To make him weary of it by Law Suits Against him to commence whereby the fruits Of all his hopes his labour and his Land He spends at Law his Capraine to withstand VVeary'd at Law to purchase Peace at last He sells his Land and then that danger 's past Now while his money laâ—ts or some short space His Captaine makes him Seargeant of that place But this nere holds for he with Cap in hand To 's Captaines wife at all turnes cannot stand Nor can he Irish speake to buy and sell Nor tennants can procure with them to dwell Then out hee 's turn'd and in comes teige in 's roome VVhose double diligence like a new Broome Sweeps all clean is just toth ' Captaines mind VVhat e're his Master sayes hee 'l swear so kind Besides he proves toth ' Children of his Master That when the Maid chides them he swears hee 'l basther VVith Voâ—rneen glagal and Agra the crea He takes his Masters Son upon his knee And Streapâ—h granah learns the Child to call the Maid Buddah a Man adding taw Brawl And then teige laughs and sweares by 's gossips hand His Fathers son's the best in all Ireland Thus filthy words are taught the child in 's Cradle Which seldome are left off when come toth ' Saddle This pleases so the Mother of the child that all teig does is well she 's so beguil'd VVith flattering that now Teigs wife must Nurse The next Child she shall have Teige sweares his purse Shall be the Childs Now hee 's a Fosterfather Not for his own but for this Child hee 'l gather Hee 'l give the Child a Coat I Bawn of Bandle And buy it Erogel gaulda and then dandle The babe in 's Armes crying shane Poge Cade Poge â—ic a me Vaister Nab â—ousa Shane Oge Yoâ— tow Lawnah This pleases more and more Teigs now of Kin that was not so before VVho now but Teige His counsel so prevailes That all the English Servants by his tales Are threatned to be turn'd away his Cozins Come flocking round about him by whole dozens Donnough the groome steps in in Richards place And Sbevane Oge doth turne out gentle Grace Then Gilla Patrick Hugh and the Mac Roryes Are sent for home who 're out amongst the Toryes VVith them their Morter-pieces Owna Sive And Moar great beastly Drones creep intoth ' Hive VVho so bewitch the Captaine and his wife That these must be Followers all their life The English Neighbours undegenerate These Furies cause their Fosterer to hate Do Trespass on their land and drive to Pound The honest mens Cattle off their own ground To Law they goe now all things sute in fitnes And Right or wrong Teige is the Captaines Witnes But may we think that Teige and his salse Crue To their Fosterer will alwayes prove true No you may sweare it for what 's bred i th' bone Will not out of the flesh when all is done 'T is knowne too well in Ages past how they Behav'd themseves in peace and how i th' day Of warre their friendship was but feing'd in peace VVhich gave them great advantage to encrease Rebellions Then would shew their Cruelty To Gossips and their Fosterers and why Should any think that these who are the seed And offspring of a Murdrous Bloudy breed Be otherwise than they Had these but power Both Root and Branch of English in one houre
yet found out No Treatise of Religion and I doubt No History or good Romance worth reading VVas yet by any of them writt and spreading In any part oth'world what they doe call Philosophy wherein their boast's not small Is skill in Sophistry wherewith to wrangle They are well verst who do sor Trifles Iangle And with a Pack of learned Cow-boys they May with the world compare none sayes them Nay On th' other side VVhole Volumes English works through Christendom havegone yea'mongst the Turks 'T is true some Irish speak good Latine though The most of their Schoolmasters do not so But none of them can speak one word of Greek or Hebrew in those tongues they are to seek VVhere all the English that do bear the name of Scholars are good linguists in the same And such as through the Gramar scarse have read In England are Doctours to them here bred The Padagogâ—es here cry'd up Humanists May blush if shame they had to come ith'Lists Of our half-Gramarians All but the blind And obstinate this truth can eas'ly find Nothing hath done more hurt toth ' English Nation Than Irish Schoolmasters by all relation The Fosterer the babes the Schools the youth Do English turn to Irish of a truth Their Speech and Manners are corrupted so That Mongrell-English may for Irish goe As in all Ages past they had an hand In all Rebellions hatch'd within this Land So will they still it much is to be doubted Ioyne with the Irish if they be not Routed For many of them who were well to passe From Church have lately turn'd now go to Masse So then the Nurse Schoolmaster and the Priest Doe foster Teach and Preach up Antichrist The Cannons of the English Church forbid Such Schoolmasters yet of them wee 're not rid And divers Statutes were in Ireland made Against them Fostering and Priests now layd Behind the backs of such as rule the rost For ' mongst the Great ones they 're conniv'd at most Though some of them are free from Imputation Of such like deeds It is my chief perswasion Some Justices of Peace for their owne ends To my own knowledge have bespoke their friends To send their Children to an IrishMaster A Papist and but a Gramaticaster And seded him within an English towne VVherein were English SchoolMasters and downe Have voted them whose skill if not exceed Did equall his of whom there was no need Vnless it were to teach an Irish smack To such as did it in their English lack This ill Example gave occasion to The Common people for the like to doe And by such means the Bread is ta'ne away Out of the English mouths now at this day A good requitall for their comeing o're Soldiers into this Land and it is more Than Probable 't will prove an Invitation To other English for planting of this Nation Shibboleth Iephthah's word recorded stands Which try'd the Rebell Ephraimites whose bands Were scatterd when Forty and two thousand At â—ordan Passages fell by his hand Though they themselues Ephraimites deny'd By Sibboleth pronouncing they 're descry'd So here I say the tongue will soon discover Which is the man that is an Irish lover Bid him but say This thing in Mouth A Third Hee 'l fairly say Dis Ting in Mout A Tird Some say the water of St. Patricks well When English drink thereof like to a Spell By Magick Art procur'd makes them forgetfull Of English Manners others hold deceitfull Is the Irish Clime transforming Mens minds Toth ' Countrey Customs turning with all winds But not the Water nor the Irish Clime Have pow'r o're Noble minds Spirits sublime Contemne the Elements there 's no mutation VVith them Nor subject are to alteration 'T is he who hath an evil eye whose mind Is not with Vertue but full fraught with wind And such as place their chiefest happinesse In things below the Sun whose thoughts are lesse To be good than great faine would have excuses For unjust actions and father abuses Done to their Neighbours on the land or water VVhen their base hearts are guilty of the matter He well observ'd in writing Irelands Story Sir Iohn Davies Since first the English Conquer'd it the the glory VVhereof he gave to Strongbows Martiall hand VVho then made Englands King Lord of this Land How that the great Estates some Chieftaines had VVithin three Ages made them prove as bad Or worse than the Wild-Irish were before For they did much oppress and Lord it o're Their followers that help'd them for to gaine The Countrey So that these poore souls were faine For England from their Tyranny to flye Here quitting their Estates when by and by Broke forth Rebellions for the strongest hand was all the Law they would have in this Land Then England would be forc'd againe to send More Men to make new Conquests and defend The Title which to Ireland it did claime For the first Conquerers were scarce in name English Degenerating so in manners That they did March under the Rebells Banners And it was harder to suppress that crewe Than the Wild Irish who was beat by few Nay 't is suppos'd the Major part this day Of Irish are but Mongrells such as they For many of Queen Elizabeths men In these last Warres were Rebells But 't is ten To one that they were Papists or my life For it they Marry'd had an Irish wife Which were grand Causes of degeneration Ever observ'd to happen in this Nation 'T was not for want of wholsome Laws still made So long it was e're Ireland could be said To be an English Plantation but ' cause There wanted Execution of those Laws For had Oppression been but peep'd into The meaner sore had liv'd here as they doe In England where Yeomen and Tradesmen dare Demand their debts o th' best not standing bare And if the statutes against Fosterers And those made against Irish SchoolMasters And Priests had been observ'd this Land had then Been well planted with perfect English men Such as to flatter are asham'd or turne From English principles would sooner burne VVho love their Countrey speech bee 't ne're so broad Beyond an Irish Tone though their abode Be in the Countrey chuse to be untarght Rather than learn'd esteeming that so naught If none but Irish Teachers they can have They'd Latine Jack their Native tongue to save And rather than marry an Irish wife VVill Batchellers remain for tearme of life And for Religion had rather than Papists Be any thing the Heathens and meer Athists Did never hold To Murther men was Just Because not of their Sect. As Papists must Believe to kill an Heretick is Merit Monsters in Nature that 's their Divlish Spirit The English Custom 's not to put to Nurse Their Children untill Gold have fill'd their purse Or esse the Mother can't give suck and then They claime no Foster-kindred being Men Nor are they Foster'd up in Idlenes Although their Parents do great wealth possesse But they do