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2.240 R188591 1 The Souldiers Departure The Doubting Virgin The Soldier's Departure NOw we see the Fight is over, / now poor Monmouth must away, date from content: Sedgemoor, Battle of (1685). Pepys 2.240 Wing M2433[b]A Pepys Library The Pepys ballads : facsimile volume Editor W.G. Day D.S. Brewer Cambridge [England] 1987 Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 2: 240 Monmouth Worsted / In the WEST. / Or, His Care and Grief for the Death of his poor Souldiers. / Together with his Worthy Sayings, while he remained obscure in a silent Grove, in / presence of some of his particular Friends. Monmouth Worsted In the WEST. Or, His Care and Grief for the Death of his poor Souldiers. Together with his Worthy Sayings, while he remained obscure in a silent Grove, in presence of some of his particular Friends. Monmouth Worsted in the West. Or, His Care and Grief for the Death of his Poor Soldiers. Together with His Worthy Sayings, While He Remained Obscure in a Silent Grove, in Presence of Some of His Particular Friends. 1/2 sheet oblong folio, hinged, 186 x 300 cropped top edge, creased surface, uneven inking, verso shows through headpiece: 35 x 110, vertical rules 1689 printed for D. I. D. I. Weinstein: content initials

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NOw we see the Fight is over, now poor Monmouth must away, All our strength they do discover, and seek my life for to betray: Come let us away to Holland, there we shall be safe I'm sure, And my men will follow after, there we shall be all secure. If I had but Ammunition, I could quickly win the Field; But I'm left on a bad condition, to my Enemies I must yield:
Yet I have so great a spirit, that I will not thus give o're, Though I may a while deferr it, yet I'le face my Foes once more. Britains Rights I am renewing, Can this give a just offence? Those that glory in my Ruine, I in time may recompence. For I'll have a stronger Army, and of Ammunition store: I'll have Drums & Trumpets charming, when as I come on Englands shore.
I will give them thundring Battel when I do return again And when roraing Guns do rattle, who dare say that I am slain? Charge them to the highest Center, for to make the Papists flye, Like and Fortune I will venture, to reward their Cruelty. My poor Souldiers they was taken and in Droves to Prison sent, This may protestants awaken, to behold Romes black intent: They shew not a grain of pity, which does grieve my heart full sore; For in every Town and City they were hang'd at their own door. There they ript their bellies open, and their bodies burnt hard by; Tell me, is not this a Token of the Acts of Cruelty? Nay, they cut them into quarters while they reekt in purple gore; Never was there such-like Creatures in a Christian Land before. Tho' poor Souls their Lives were ended, yet, alas! this would not do, Malice further still extended, for they boil'd their Quarters too.
All to terrifie the Nation with my poor dead mangled men; While each tender dear Relation needs must be afflicted then. This is now my greatest trouble, for to hear their fatal Doom, I for this will Strokes redouble on the Scarlet Whore of Rome; Who delights in nought but Murther as in truth it does appear, But I'll send her flying further when I bring next Army here. Though this is a dismal Story, of the fall of my design, Yet Ile come again in Glory if I live till Eighty Nine: With fresh Forces I will rally, scorning thus to be controul'd, At the Head of each Battalia Noble great Commanders bold. Though I come with flying Banner to the Land which I belong, I declare upon my Honour, not a Subject will I wrong Of the Protestant Profession, whom I ever did adore, Think upon this dear Expression, Heavens bless you evermore.
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