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2.297 R188377 1 The Leggan Water Logan Water The Logan Water DEar Brother, and Confederate, / Your Slave is come again once more, date from content Pepys 2.297 Rollins (1) VI:201-205; Wing K560[a]aA. 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: 297 King Iames his Lamentation / For the Loss of His / Kingdom of Ireland, / Being A Dialogue between Him, and the French KING. King James his Lamentation For the Loss of His Kingdom of Ireland, Being a Dialogue between Him, and the French KING. King James His Lamentation for the Loss of His Kingdom of Ireland, Being a Dialogue between Him, and the French King. 1/2 sheet oblong folio, ?205 x 314 cropped right edge, damaged surface, uneven inking 1692 Printed for for Charles Thorp in Picadilly. Charles Thorp Weinstein

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James. DEar Brother, and Confederate, Your Slave is come again once more, With some the chiefest of my Friends, Your aid and pitty to implore. Lewis. Brother of No-Land how d'ye think That I should trust ye once agen, I lent ye Ships and Souldiers too, What are become of all my Den? James. What need you such a question ask, When we, and all the world well knows, You vallue not the lives of men, More than the dust under your shooes.
Lewis. O Sir, I now begin to feel The want of what I wasted then, And should I see you up once more, Your luck is nought, you'd break agen. James. You have my Jewels and my Plate, Lewis. For that I keep your Son, & Molly, James. For that she pays another rate, And I believe rewards you fully. Lewis. You see my Navies out to serve ye, Which lost, I ne'er should get another, And yet upon your Subjects Plot, I ventur'd hard for Church our Mother.
James. 'Tis true, I thought the Cock-match would Have set my Kingdoms all a Fighting, And my Mungrel Protestants were true, By their Address to you in w[r]iting. Lewis. And I had serv'd them to a Hair, Had not our Fleet miscary'd so, James. I think my Admiral did his part, Lewis. Your Admiral n'er strook a blow. James. Thank Mungrel Protestants for that, You see what ample power they have, To make a Seamans Conscience kick, The Church and Popery to save. Lewis. 'Tis true, your Mungrel Protestants Their parts did act with fair pretence, Nor did I cease to grease the wheels, You little think to what expence. James. But since our hopeful Cake proves Dough, Our losses how must we restore, For I will n'er my Person trust, To head an Irish Army more. Lewis. I dare believe it, You, nor I, E'er headed Armies in our lives, We better were for Chamber Wars, To Kiss our Maids, and P----r our Wives.
Let our Slaves into danger run, And Bones expose to sturdy walls, The Prince was curst in Mothers womb, That by a Cannon Bullet falls. James. No more of this, but to the point, Our Jesuits must to work again, The Rebels will recruit their Fleet, And then ride Masters of the Main. Lewis. If they Ride Masters of the Main, Let Jesuites all together Plot, I fear their Plots will all prove vain. With mungrel Protestants to boot. James. For Heavens sake Sir, do something more, Our sinking Mother Church to cherish, At least to keep my Wife and Son From comming poorly to the Parish. Lewis. What would you have me more to doe? My Moneys spent, my Stores are gon, And all the world about my ears, Pray Heaven that I may save my own. Which if I doe, I'll promise this, That you an Abbey shall enjoy, I'll make an Abbess of your Wife. And to his Fortune leave the Boy.
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Printed for for Charles Thorp in Picadilly.