%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> A / LETTER / FROM / LEWIS the Great, to J--- the Less, / His Lieutenant in IRELAND. / WITH / Reflections by way of ANSWER to the said LETTER, University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer ?-? Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 07/01/2021 36815

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TO J------ our Lieutenant this greeting we send: / As you hope to preserve us your Patron and Friend, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 2 A / LETTER / FROM / LEWIS the Great, to J--- the Less, / His Lieutenant in IRELAND. / WITH / Reflections by way of ANSWER to the said LETTER, A LETTER FROM LEWIS the Great, to James the Less, His Lieutenant in IRELAND. WITH Reflections by way of ANSWER to the said LETTER, ?-?

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I. TO J------ our Lieutenant this greeting we send: As you hope to preserve us your Patron and Friend, As you trust to the virtue of us and your Wife, Who leads in your absence a dissolute life; Now you've sold us your Land, Obey our Command, As your Spouse does our P---o when e're it will st---d, And what I enjoyn you be sure to observe, Since you know not to Rule, I will teach you to Serve: II. To reduce our new Subjects, we sent you 'tis true, But be sure take upon you no more than your due; Submit to the Fetters your self have put on, You've the Name of a King but the Majesties gone. For your brave Son-in-Law, The valiant Nassaw, Who values not you nor my self of a straw, Will neither be cullied nor bubbled like you, I've a Prospect already of what he will do. III. Let not Infant or Bedrid your pity implore, You've lost all your Kingdrms by that heretofore, A Hereticks life like a Dog's I do prise, Murther all that oppose you, or 'gainst you dare rise: They were Subjects to you, Therefore make 'em all rue, And either give them, or I'le give you your due: I acknowledge your folly has made me more wise, I see with my own, and not Jesuits Eyes. IV: These Courses in Ireland, I charge you to steer, In the Head of your Army be sure to appear, You're a Souldier of Fortune and fight for your pay, You know your reward, if you once run away; Either Conquest or Death, I to you bequeth, And therefore prepare for a Shrowd or a Wreath: So thus I commit you to one of the Two, If I see you no more here, I bid you adieu.
I. WHen that Remnant of Royalty J---y the Cully, Had receiv'd this Epistle from Lewis the Bully, His Countenance chang'd, and for madness he cry'd, I've the Devil to my Friend, and his Dam to my Bride; Sure I am the first That's in all things accurst, Nor can I determine which Plague is the worst, That of losing my Realms or the News I've receiv'd, Which from any hand else, I cou'd ne're have believ'd. II. I find they agreed when for Ireland they sent me, And if I knew how, 'tis high time to repent me; I've abandon'd my reason to pleasure a Trull, Who has made me her B------le, her C---ld and F---l; We're all in the Pit, Our designs are besh---t, And hither I'me sent to recover my Wit: If this be the Fortune proud Este does bring, Wou'd I'de been a Tinker instead of a K---. III. Had I co------ge to dye I'de refuse to survive, I'm buried already altho I'm alive, My Story's like that to unfortunate Jack, Ive shuflnd and cut till Ive quite lost the Pack: He that trusts to the Pope, No better must hope, Or to Lewis or she whom that Pagan does grope: For no Monarch must ever expect a good Life, Who is rid by a Priest, or a damn'd Popish Wife. V. May Lewis succeed me in all Circumstance, His Arms uncessful where'e e're he advances, May his ill gotten Laurels be blasted and dry, May a Shrowd be deny'd him when e're he does dye; May his Land be o'rerun, By that Champion our Son: So Ile close up with her who that mischief begun; May the Curse of three Kingdoms forever attend her, While to William and Mary my Crown I surrender.
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