Fleet ride on the Irish shoar Sect. 5. The Lord Montjoy Prisoner in France WHilst one thus prays t'other thus replies Behold Expresses from Tyrconnel flyes To the French Court ' mongst whom for to decoy They sent the Brave and Noble Lord Montjoy Pretending to consult King James's mind If Talbot might the Government resign But he could scarce his Errand fully tell Till he was sent Pris'ner to the Bastile The Dery Party their great loss solace And all their hopes in Adam Murray place For Londee he was treacherous and base And thus our Hero secretly prepares All things convenient for the bloody Wars He view'd Londee with a careful eye And daily checks his subtile treachery Sect 6. King James lands in Ireland MEan time K. James lands on the Irish Coast In greatest spendor with his Gallick Host Great was the joy and triumphs of that day For th' Irish began to divide the prey Nor King nor Talbot could restrain their pride For they did all the English lands divide This being done the next and greatest care Was to take measures for the future War The English Lords People and Clergy fly Who leave the Kingdom to the Irish sway And Mass is sung in Christ-Church ev'ry day Only the North withstands their furious rage And does bad success to their arms presage Which to reduce they us'd a thousand tricks But all in vain were th' Irish Politicks Threats and rewards with them will take no place Nought can force them th' Irish yoak t' embrace Sect. 7. King James's Council of War THerefore King James calls a Council of War And plainly states the matter as they are You know my Friends the Northern Hereticks Have still withstood our milder Politicks There 's nought can conquer them but dint of sword We must use force I see upon my word I 've call'd you hither for your sound advice Le ts think how we may do it in a trice If England such true Friends as you had bred I ne're had bow'd unto the French for aid Sect. 8. Tyrconnels Speech UP starts Tyrconnel and he thus declaim'd In my Opinion we may be asham'd To suffer such a Boâ—rish number stand In opposition to our just Command Ten Thousand of your Maiesty's best Troops Will them reduce and frustrate all their hopes Send all the French and our best Cavalry Thus we may end the War immediately Sect. 9. Sarsfield 's Opinion ' GAinst whose Opinion Sarsfield do's enveigh And states the matter clear another way My Liege Ten thousand thrice will scarce suffice To grapple with such stubborn Enemies For we must first oppose them in the Plain And then suppose some of our Troops be slain Where 's a just number to push on a Siege Dery will certainly hold out my Liege The valiant Murray's Friends dwell in the Town And all the neighb'ring Scotsmen are his own He 's a stout Man his Trade of late hath bin To hunt the Tories and their Heads bring in Let 's to the North a puissant Army send If we that City to obtain intend Sect. 10. Teague Oregan 's Speech THus the brave Sarsfield Next spoke Teague Oregan In short my Liege I am of his Opinion Wer 't to sustain a Siege I may boldly tell No Man in Ireland could my self excell To Mann the Counterscrap and line the breach These nobler Arts my better genii teach But to pickeer and skirmish I know not These are as facil as to drink a Pot. Thus Berwick Shelden and thus all the rest Approve great Sarsfield's Sentence as the best Sect. 11. The General 's Ordered THen in all haste Maimont is order'd forth With thirty thousand to reduce the North Maimont whose early valour on the Rhine 'Bove all the Gallick Officers did shine Him the French King sent to assist King James ' Gainst each such Subject as his reign declaimes Hamilton likewise was next worthy found To head the Army on the Irish ground He that young Temple had out-witted so That nought but death could expiate the blow The wretched Youth ' gainst his false friend exclaims And in despair drown'd himself in the Thames Sect. 12. King James 's Horse KIng James display'd his Royal Banner then To which repair'd these Military Men. The sound of Drums and Trumpets fills the air And every Warlike chief do's hasten there Both Horse and Foot crow'd daily to the Plain And all appear with a most gaudy Train Mars never look't so big in any Field With polisht Armour and bright glittering shield Of all the gallant Troops that crowded there None did so brave as Sarsfield's Horse appear Those he had rais'd upon the swift Liffee And out of Connaught where his Friends they be Next him came valiant Parker with his Men On stately Geldings prancing o're the plain Those he at Kailes and Navan quickly rais'd Then Tarah County Meath him greatly prais'd Next those Tirconnel's Royal Regiment came Who from Minuth obtain'd a mighty name Though they were of another core of old But in Kildare great Talbot's praise is told Next unto those my Lord Strabanes did prance Fagan of Filtrim did his Horse advance His Fathers Friends had him forsaken all Then for Assistance he fled to Fingall My Lord Galmoy's did from Kilkenny ride But most were rais'd upon the Barahs side His Friends the Butlers did his Regiment fill And for his Honour did obey his will Luttrell's Reg'ment's from Kings-County brought Southerland's Reg'ment's from Tirconnel sought Sect. 13. King James 's Dragoons THe swift Dragoons came next unto the ground And plac'd their Standards as they Storage found My Lord Obryan his Dragoons did raise Upon the banks of Shannon to whose praise Let future ages their great actions tell For they the Danes from Ireland did expell County of Lowth Lord Dungan rais'd his Men And from Tradath and County of Dublin The County Clare Lord Clifford's Troops advance Who to the Camp in noble manner prance To Antrim and Loughneat Sir Neal Oneal Did for his Reg'ment of Dragoons appeal In Tipperary Purcell rais'd his Men Who in brave order rode into the Plain In Kings and Queens County brave Luttrel rais'd His Regiment who for his valour 's prais'd The last Dragoons that came into the plain Were Col'nel Cottrel's all brave lufty Men Sect. 14. King James 's Foot THe Drums did beat and Hautboys sweetly play'd The gallant Foot marcht next unto the aid Ramsey marcht first with his tall Regiment To him Tirconnel did the same present Near Cork Glencarty rais'd his Regiment Who skipt and danced all the way they went In antient times his Ancestors were Kings O're all that Country which his praises Sings Gordon Oneal came next with Heart and Hand To fight for 's King against his Native Land Most of his Foot he rais'd in Tyrone Ocane his Nephew join'd some of his own Gordon Oneal is that dire Traytor 's Son Who rais'd a great Rebellion in Tyrone In Westmeath Nugent rais'd his Regiment Who to the Camp
makes of them a prey The cunning Angler likewise with his fly Entraps the noble Salmon as they play Panting for breath he halls them on the sand And seizes the noble booty with his hand Upon its banks some noble Buildings stand Fit to divert the Nobles of the Land Ships of the greatest burthen safely go Above the City to careen or so Near the South-gate the Ferry-key dos stand Where they waft o're the Natives of the Land On T'other side some noble Buildings be Fit for the ends of Pride and Luxury On each side pleasant Gardens to the eye Which do abound with fruit exceedingly Near Bishops-Gate the fatal Windmills lye Where Cattle feed and Criminals do dye This is the ready passage to Rapho And Donnegal from whence their Trafficks flow Upon the North the Butchers-Gate doth lye This side some moorish grounds do fortify But yet it leads to St. Columba's Well To Inishowen to Bert and Pennyburn-Mill Here 's a plain path to Brookhall and Kilmore A fertile Country and a pleasant shoar A Major the Town a Dean the Church demands A Governor the Garison commands In the Towns center stands the Common-Hall On stately Pillars the Main-guard and all There 's a Parade for near Ten Thousand Men In the four main streets and the Diamond In this great Hall the Magistrates do meet To take good Counsel and to do what 's fit Sect. 3. The Charter of London-Dery broke by Tirconnel ANd in this Hall the City Records be ' Mongst which of Common-Council a Decree That no Papist shall dwell within the Walls This Statute to the Irish fury falls For Talbot had their antient Charter broke And all the English Customs did Revoke The Learn'd Rochfort Recorder of the Town Opposed the same to his great Renown Yet in spight of Reason and the English Laws Talbot the Charter from the City draws Turn'd out the English Corporation And chose all Popish Members of his own Cormick Oneal of Broughshanes chosen Major For Aldermen some of the fol'wing are Brian Oneal of Ballinaskreen is chose Whose Fathers did the English Tooops oppose In Queen Eliza's Reign most barbarously And Rore Ocane the Lord of Canes Country The great Orourk is made an Alderman Who afterwards a Col'nels Post did gain Then Shane Oneal Con-Baccaghs Eldest Son Mackon'ways and Macanallies from Tyrone And the Odogherties from Inishowen For Burgesses and Freeman they had chose Broagmakers Butchers Raps and such as those In all the Corporation's not a Man Of British Parents except Buchanan An Irish Convent's built and sev'ral Fryars Did teach the Irish youth to say their Prayers Thus they the English City did o're-sway And Mass is said at Market-cross each day The Protestants did their sad case bemoan For Irish Soldiers kept the Garrison My Lord Mountjoy was Col'nell to the same At length an Order from Tyrconnel came To march this Reg'ment to the Rendevouze By which o'resight he did the City loose For when this Reg'ment did the City quit They ne're would after Popish Troops admit At length a Trumpet 's by Tirconnel sent T' admit the Earl of Antrims Regiment They boldly shut the Gates and time Demand To weigh the matter and their Answer send Sect. 4. The Protestant's refuse to Admit the Earl's Regiment AT the Great Hall the Protestants conveen And freely speak their minds as may be seen Alderman Tomkins was the first that spoke And thus declaim'd against the Irish Yoak Dear Friends Tyrconnel seeks us to enslave And this strong City in his power to have But if your minds shall all with mine agree Wee 'l trust to England for our Liberty Up starts Buchanan and thus boldly spoke Take Heart good Sir ne're fear the Irish Yoak Receive the Earl of Antrims Regiment â—n Peace and Plenty rest your self content Alderman Gervace Squire gave this reply Sir you 're a Traytor to our Liberty And to the English Crown from whence we draw Our Right and Title Charter and our Law Whilst they debated thus another came With weeping Eyes and thus accosted them Dear Friends a War upon your selves you 'l bring Talbots Deputed by a lawful King They that resist the power do God withstand You 'l draw a Potent Army to this Land Who will these goodly buildings soon deface Ravish your Wives and Daughters 'fore your face And all your wealth and substance soon devour Submit your selves unto the present power ' Gainst whom Lieutenant Campsy boldly stood To save the City with his dearest blood And for an Answer to the Regiment In greatest haste some Cannon ball he sent But the Lieutenant was shot in the Arm As they the cent'nel at the Store disarm Two days this Reg'ment lay at Ferry-key The chiefs whereof the following Parties be From Antrim the Macdonnels num'rous race From Glenwoods the Ohagans came apace The Lord Macquhire from Enniskilling came The great Ocanes came from the River Bane Captain Talbot Tirconnels nat'ral Son Then all the great Oneals out of Tyrone And Capt. Macdonnel Colkittagh's Son The Earl himself was hast'ning hither too Threat'ning to force the City thereunto But all the Countrey gath'red in apace Fearing the Irish might surprize the place Then Master Hindman Captain of the Guard To strengthen whom the Neighbours all repair'd Attackt this Party as the City fir'd Then in disorder they in haste retir'd But this retreat such consternation bred That some with Arms and some without them fled The Earl himself and the brave Lord Macquhire In greatest haste to Antrim did retire Londee being gone to Dublin at that hour They chose Squire Philips for their Governour Who in his Wisdom to their great content Prescrib'd to them a form of Government These things alarm'd the Irish Government In which matter much time and pains were spent My Lord Mountjoy to mediate came down Who plac'd Londee Governour of the Town My Lord did likewise beg the Towns consent T' admit six Comp'nies of his Regiment To perform duty with the City foot With much ado the Town consented to 't Upon their Solemn Oath for to stand by The right of England ' gainst all Popery March foll'wing they proclaim'd his Majesty The Popish Members of the City fly And all the City join'd in Loyalty Sect. 5. The Contributers towards the holding out of the City against King James DUring th'interregnum the Loyal Town Behav'd it self with Zeal to'he Engl. Crown Campsy the Major all the four Gates did close And did the Earl of Antrims Men oppose The Aldermen was at a vast expence In Stores and Money for the Towns defence Alderman Tomkins rais'd a Troop of Horse And laid in Stores against the Irish Force And Gervace Squire with all his might assists In Council and our Troops with Stores subsists Alderman Craig with Stores asists the Town Preaching Obedience to the English Crown Alderman Grahms laid to his helping hand With Stores and Money does the Foe withstand Cocken an Alderman in Council sate He did the Church
Force This great surprize did all our spirits damp Fearing our men were slain by to'ther Camp But Col'nell Murray and brave Aubery Oppos'd the fame and forc'd them back to fly Till all our men got safely into Town In which brisk action they gain'd great renown Baker and Hammil brought forth a great Gun Strengthned by Lieutenant Col'nell Wigton But their assistance came to us too late For Ramseys firing forc'd us to retreat But Col'nell Parker for some policy Fled the same night unto the Enemy His Coletain Reg'ment Col'nell Lance obtains Who in the present service Honour gains Sect. 9. A Council added to the Governours upon some Grievances UPon some Grievances we chang'd the powers And add a Council to the Governours First all the Col'nels and then four more Two for the Town two for the Countrey Boor Cocken and Squire were chosen for the Town For Countrey Doctor Jennings and Gladstone Jennings the Arch-Deacon of Ossory And now the learned Rector of Artree Then in this Council this a Law was made No â—ct should pass unless seven gave their aid Mogrige was Secretary to this power For Bennet was to England sent before To give their Majesties an Information Of what had hap'ned since the Sieg's formation He to their Camp as a Deserter flies And in few days himself from thence conveys And tells our case unto their Majesties Whitneys convict Monroe his Post obtain'd Who by his merits had that honour gain'd He 's Maâ—or Gen'ral Monroes Brother Son Who did oppose the Foe in forty one They likewise Col'nell Michelburn confine And by good Laws their Government maintain Sect. 10. The Battle of Windmill-Hill THen Gen'ral Ramsey with 5 thousand strong By break of day entrench'd himself upon The Windmill-Hill our liberty was gone They from their Trenches could kill ev'ry one That issu'd forth or entred Bishops-Gate This suddain motion did much hurt create To repell which we sent forth a strong Band Which Captain Bashford and Dumbar Command And Wilson Gunter Moor and Flemming they Attack their Trenches and the En'my slay Couragious Gunter past their Trenches end And flankt the Enemy with some valiant Men. Forbus like Thunder ' mongst their Forces flew And with his Sword a multitude he slew In that Attack Ramsey himself was slain Scarce of five thousand the one half remain Major Dobbin led on some valiant Men Who presently the Irish Trenches gain Then Captain Pogue fought most couragiously And with his Sword cut down the Enemy We took some Prisoners of Quality In this Attack and these their honours be Lord Netterfield Col'nell Talbot and Newcomb Sir Gerard Ailmer these we carry home At length our Horse came into the pursuit And then our Gen'ral put the En'my to 't To Bellimagrorty we the foe pursue And all along the Brow their forces slew Murdagh our Gen'rals Quarter masters slain Who in all actions did much honour gain For he could six or seven at least withstand And could effect a desperate command Though he be slain his Fame shall never dye Whilst Derry's Siege is told in Poetry We forc'd them to blow up a Magazine Of Powder for fear we the same should win Then we return'd with Glory and renown With chearful hearts unto the joyful Town Sect. 11. The burning of the Enemies Fascines IN a few days our Gen'ral sallies forth With 15 hundred Men towards the North Capt. Coningham and Noble he Commands T' attack a Fort which towards the Inch stands Which they possest with mighty strength force But were surpriz'd by my Lord Galmoys Horse Who beat them off and slew 'bove thirty men ' Mongst whom their valiant Captain Coningham After quarters giv'n then Noble he retreats Unto our Gen'ral who wrought mighty feats For he attackt their Trenches near Brookhall And beat them out and burnt their Fascines all In this great action Collonel Monroe Cut down the Irish with a mighty blow Captain Erwin acted above mans power But was disabl'd by a Shot that hour He 's Son to Cornet Erwin of forty one Who gain'd great praise in that Rebellion Into the City we retreat apace For us most boldly they began to chase Sect. 12. The Enemy Entrench themselves over the Bog WIthin few days the Enemy begin T' entrench themselves Hamilton Lozin Were Gen'rals it was just over the Bog Where they their Trenches in our presence dug This bold attempt rouz'd up our Gen'rals Soul For they their Trenches made without controul He chose three thousand Men and fally'd out And soundly beat the En'my without doubt Out of their Trenches but they reinforce And beat us still of with some Troops of Horse Thrice he their Trenches gain'd they regain them â—o reinforcement from the City came â—anghop against us came with fresh supplies â—ur beaten Forces to the City flyes This rais'd great anger to the Governours 〈◊〉 they sent aid the Trenches had been ours Our General did wonders every where Assisted by Lieutenant Coll'nel Blair Sect. 13. Coâ—â—nell Murray beats Col'nell Nugent in Picqueering IN a few days our Forces salley all To fight the Foe entrenched near Brookhall But they retreat without e're striking blow Then our Gen'ral dos a Picqueering go Col'nel Nugent had made a solemn vow That he would Col'nel Murray overthrow Then in a Danish Fort he and his friend To intercept our Gen'ral did intend As he return'd they challenge him to stand And who he 's for they boldly do demand For you quoth he and then at them let 's fly The one escap'd but tother there did dye He that fled his Scarlet Cloak had lost Which on our Gen'ral by the wind was tost Sect. 14. The second Battle of Wind-mill-Hill TO guard the Wind-mill-Hill from th'eâ— We rais'd strong Trenches up immedâ— From Columb's-Wells near to the flowing tyde And lin'd the same with Men on ev'ry side Col'nel Monroe was posted near the Walls Brave Campbels Post upon his left hand fallâ— Along the Trenches some brave Captains 〈◊〉 Who valiantly our Forces did command Near to the Lough Liuetenant Col'nel Caâ— Receives his standing who great honour eaâ— In a few hours their Granadeers came on Col'nel Nugent led the Battalion He briskly us attacqued at the Wells And brave Monroe as briskly him repells They fought like Lyons till their Col'nel fell Nugent was wounded then brave O farrel Upon his right with two Battalions Came fiercely up who fought like bold Lions â—ill he was slain Waughop and Buchan next With ten Battalions which our Trenches veâ— Yeâ— they could not our constant fire sustain â—or dead Mens Corps had cover'd all the plaâ— The Irish prest our Trenches at the Strand â—ill Noble Captain Ash did them withstand Captain Armstrong came boldly up to fight And put their bravest Heroes to the flight Brave Robert Porter his Pike away he threw And with round stones nine Irish Soldiers slew Gladstones and Baird encouraged our Foot And Captain Hannah the Foe stoutly fought Their Horse came stoutly up with
The truth whereof is to the City known The Pris'ners taken aboard we detain And forc'd them daily to interr their slain On Windmill-Hill for their fat Bodies sent A Noisome smell to our great Detriment Sect 5. Glencarty's Bravado Glencarty with two thousand men of might Came up to storm the Butchers Gate at night Come out ye Dogs quoth he why do you sleep But from the Walls they made his Forces weep More than the half were slain the rest retreat For six brave Captains came from Bishops-Gate Kennedy Dumbar Baird Noble and Grahm With young Murray who did their courage tame Their great design was to place Ingeniers To undermine the Walls as then appears Some we surpriz'd at work and others slew Thus we the Lord Glencarty's brags o'rethrew Sect. 6. The Scarcity of Food and Pestilential Feaver ABout this time the raging Feaver reign'd Which multitudes of the Towns people drain'd It was occasion'd by the want of Food And uncouth Dyet which enflam'd the blood For some eat Starch others on Tallow live At length for Victuals the Ox-hide they give And some eat Dogs others on Horses fed The sprightly Geldings to the slaughter led A Cats a Ladies feast thô ne're so thin Though you might count all the Ribs in her skin A Swallow's sold for eighteen pence and more Then you may judge what became of the Poor Some Horses Blood did eat who now disdain To eat good Mutton if not lately slain Such Food to the veins corrupt blood commends Which in a Pestilential Feaver ends Sect. 7. Governour Baker Sickens THis dismal Feaver seiz'd our Governour Whom the Physitians in few days gave o're Thus the Great Baker fails we then propose A successor but none the Council chose They it referr to the dying Governour He Mitchelburn nam'd for his successour ' Gainst which the Council never spoke a word For they were press'd by Famine and the Sword Then in all haste to Mitchelburn is sent An Order to release his confinement To justifie his Zeal when he ascends The Chair he for three thousand Men demands To sally forth and to oppose the Foes With them into the Bishops Parks he goes In the mean time the Enemy appear In a Body and some Horse in their rear The wise Commander thought it best to shun Unequal Combat to retire begun Yet this retreat such Consternation bred That some with Arms and some without 'em fled Sect. 8. The Bombarding of the City THe Council and the Governours decree That all the Off'cers should together be Captains in one place Lieut'nants in another The Ensigns in a third and so in order That they might be in readiness at call To sally forth or to defend the Wall This was hard service ev'ry one may judge Yet no man did at this hard service grudge The Irish likewise prest them with their Booms Which forc'd all People to forsake their Rooms The dreadful Booms the sickly people's toyl Both night and day our stately Buildings spoil The Towns one heap of Rubbish many dye By this dire art witness the Charging Boy Whilst he lay sleeping on his fatal Bed A dreadful Boom through his great body fled Thus Alderman Thompson dy'd and many more Hot Balls they likewise threw from t'other shoar This is the hardship of a Town besieg'd Who dyes in Battle to the Fo's oblig'd Yet we do own the providence of God Who exercis'd us with this heavy rod Though all the Houses of the Town were slapt By dreadful Booms Columba's Church escap't Wherein great store of Ammunition lay And where the Church and Kirk did jointly pray In all Columba's Church no dammage's found Yet the Booms tore the dead out of the ground For at this sacred place they daily aim'd Where we protection from God hourly claim'd Yet all these hardships did not move the Town To quit the Int'rest of the English Crown But all these are not for to be compar'd To want of food when a poor Mouse is shar'd Betwixt the tender Parent and the Child All kinds of death to that of hunger's mild These they endured to a miracle And ought to be set down in Chronicle Sect. 9. The driving of the Protestants to the Walls to move the City to yield THe Irish still of Stratagems have more To move the City their defence give o're They gath'red all the Protestants that were In three Counties and forc'd them to repair Unto our Walls both Man and Mothers Son And hemm'd them in with a Battalion This mov'd the Town to see their friends so dear Before their face in this sad case appear Not having wherewith to supply their want That they were 14 Thousand all men grant Yet these poor people begg'd it as a Boon That we would not deliver up the Town They 'd rather suffer many a dismal blow Then we should yield the City to the Foe We beat a Parlee Gen'ral Rose did show His Orders from the King and Council's so To whom the Town replies send these folks home Or we 'll hang up our pris'ners ev'ry one Upon the Royal Bastion we erect A stately Gallows in the Foes prospect This mov'd the Irish to compassion Then the next day they sent the People home A thousand of our sick went out with those We in their stead as many fresh men chose Great Mitchelburn and Murray had decreed If th' enemy had not the people freed To arm the Men and with the Garrison To give Battle to Gen'ral Hamilton This was a modern Stratagem of War In History no such examples are Sect. 10. Governor Baker's Death and Character ABout this time the Noble Baker dyes His Loyal Soul to his Creator flies He 's much lamented and admir'd by all Who knew his Merits for they were not small The Town he Govern'd with assiduous care Was sound in Council and expert in War Loyal and faithful to our Sov'reign King True to the Prot'stant Cause in ev'ry thing Great was his strength of Body but his Soul Did greater Actions which none dare controul True to his Friend and faithful to his trust Upright in dealing and to all men just In solemn manner we his Corps interr As it became a Valiant Man of War A Funeral Sermons preacht the Bells did ring And treble Volleys did his praises sing Lieutenant Dalton was his faithful friend And Counsellour what e're he did intend Sect. 10. A Treaty of Surrendring propos'd by the Enemy THen Hamilton Bombards us in our lines To beat us out of which he then designs But seeing us ready to receive their Fire With his advanced Troops he doth retire Then great distress upon the City falls For on the North the Foe lay near the Walls Our want of food did the Towns council force To slay 'bove fifty of our fattest Horse And in few days we must yield up the Town When lo the Enemy a Parly sound To treat of Peace Commissioners were sent We to surrender on these Terms consent If they would grant