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R35070 1 Fortune my Foe Fortune my Foe Fortune my Foe WHen valiant Bucklugh charg'd his Foes, / And put the Rebel Scots to flight, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 1 A New Scotch Ballad: / CALL'D / BOTHWEL-BRIDGE: / OR, / Hamilton's HERO. A New Scotch Ballad: CALL’D BOTHWEL-BRIDGE: OR, Hamilton’s HERO. A New Scotch Ballad: CALLED BOTHWELL BRIDGE: OR, Hamilton's HERO. ?-? T.B.

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1. WHen valiant Bucklugh charg'd his Foes, And put the Rebel Scots to fight, Full many a Gallant Squire arose And rush'd into the Fight. 2. From sturdy Mars they all did spring, And by the Dint of Spur and Switch Could make their Steeds to kick and fling, And leap o're Enemy like Ditch. 3. But lo! amidst this furious Train Of matchless Wights, appeared one With Courage and with Prowess main As ever yet was shown. 4. Of Visage dark as day of Doom, Most pittifully rent and tore, Shews him a Warrier in the Womb That Wounds receiv'd e're he was bore, 5. His Breast all Steel, of Temper tuff, And Falstaff's Belly deckt with Charms, With Brandon's Head, all cald in Buff, Secure from Scottish Arms. 6. Full six Foot deep in Stature he, A goodly sight for to behold, Of Parentage and Pedigree Most wondrous to unfold. 7. Not gen'rous Whore, of better kind, Nor Stallion stout, of Mettle higher Than is the fierce undaunted mind Of this our lofty Squire.
8. But, that you may believe, his Race Was such as we dare brag on, Know to St. George he Kinsman was, and Son and Heir to th' Dragon. 9. From that bold Knight he Valour gain'd, And from the Venom of this Syre The gift of swelling he obtain'd, And eke of spitting Fire. 10. At two Months Age, from Mothers Paps, He suck'd out Bullets 'stead of Milk; Which rowling in his Warlike Chaps They turn'd as soft as Silk. 11. With this rank Food he fed some years Till he so strong a Stomack got, That he could swallow down whole Spears And mumble Canon-shot. 12. Did he but hear those Furies roar He'd rush into the heat of Battel, And bowze Combustion from the Bore As 'twere from mouth of Sucking-bottle. 13. No Armour needful was in fight, Nor car'd he for the Pow'rful shield; He valu'd Courage not a Doit To man him in the dreadful Field. 14. For let the whiffling Bullets stray, 'Tis no matter whether thick or thinner, His only business was to pray They'd shoot him down his Dinner.
15. THus dyetted, 'gainst Scottish Loon, He proudly troopt by Monmouth's side, Accouter'd with a Knife and Spoon Which all their Arms defi'd. 16. But as the Duke right manfully March'd on his stubborn Foes to meet, He all besh ------ the Shot which he So likely was to eat. 17. Behind his Grace he tamely slunk, (Suppos'd) from Wounds his Breech to keep: And at each thundring Volley shrunk Like Hog-Louse in a Heap. 18. Most pittiously he there did shrugg, And curst a thousand times damn'd Mars, Then popt down head to save each Lugg And worshipp'd Royal A--------- 19. Full sore he stunk whilest helter skelter, He heard the Ammunition skim, For still as he would seek new shelter Fear, like Gun-stick, scow'rd him. 20. Yet did our Hero 'scape the Brunt, Through Ghostly Skill to disappear, For, like a Duck, he div'd i' th' Front, And rose again i' th' Rear. 21. Where, safe as a Surgeon in the Hold, With Sweard sharp set for cruel Blow He huff'd and puff'd, look'd big and bold, And stroak'd the Soyl where Beard should grow. 22. Then with his trusty Whynnyard he, All man, Sir, flashing through the Air, Cry'd, like the Taylor to the Tree, Here I could have you, Sir, ------ and there ------- 23. Thus did he brandishing proceed, Till the desperate Warlike Minion Made th' individual Attoms bleed, And peel'd them like an Onion. 24. This without pitty too to spare Those which he breath'd, as if he meant Revenge on the Philosopher That says, Our World is accident. 25. His waiting Genius, eke also With world of pains, and muckle do, From Scabbard Salted, as I trow, A pickl'd Weapon drew. 26. To Lord and Master true he stuck, And ventur'd full as hard as he; For 'twas the way to meet good luck, And be from dangers free.
27. The lusty Loon came on behind, And in his mighty Cloak-bag caught That Courage blown away by th' Wind, With which the Esquire should have fought. 28. The sprightly Wallet 'gan to jump, Possess'd with these Almighty Charms, And, bidding long-farewell to Rump, Was in a moment up in Arms. 29. The noble Champion bravely then Began to smile and take good chear, 'Twas time to lay about him when Portmanteau turn'd a Volunteer. 30. Martch on, my Darlings then, quoth he; For lo! the Battel's at a stand, And 'tis ordain'd that only we Should tame this uncouth Land. 31. This said, into a Body they With Marshall Skill drew up their Force, Consisting, as you heard me say, Of Cloak-bag and twa Horse. 32. But ah! alack, and weel-a-day! The Canny Duke (God bless his Grace) E're these three Wights could reach their prey, Had laid it dead upon the place. 33. The Squire, all Fury, took it ill, For sorely he began to maunder, And 'cause he left no Foes to kill Wept out like Alexander. 34. Yet when he ceas'd to sob and frown, Quoth he, What though the Kerns are slain? To save my Honour and Renown I'll kill them o're again. 35. With that his Punnyard forth he draws, (Thus Death himself prov'd mortal too) For napping in a dead man's Jaws He ran him through and through. 36. This was his Zeal and Loyalty, And fear of being Credit-shamm'd, He garr'd each Treach'rous Scot twice dee In hopes he might be double damn'd. 37. Thus too St. George he has o'recome, And stabb'd the mighty Hero's Fame, Honour he leaves him not a Crum, All's due to ------'s Name. 38. He now as Englands Champion raigns; 'Tis he alone is born to rule, To bind the Qarrelsome in Chains, And call a Giant Fool.
FINIS. LONDON, Printed for T.B. 1679.