[Luttrell Collection, II. 21, and P. M. 839. m. 22, art. 4.]
A New Scotch

Ballad called Bothwell-Bridge;

Hamilton's hero.

TO THE TUNE OF, Fortune my Foe.

WHen valiant Bucklugh charg'd his Foes,

And put the Rebel Scots to flight,

Full many a Gallant Squire arose
And rush'd into the Fight.

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.

But lo! amidst this furious Train

Of matchless Wights, appeared one
With Courage and with Prowess main
As ever yet was shown.1

Of Visage dark as day of Doom,
Most pittifully rent and tore,

Shews him a Warrior in the Womb,

That Wounds receiv'd e're he was bore.

His Breast all Steel, of Temper tuff,

And Falstaff's Belly deckt with charms,
With Brandon's head, all clad in Buff,
Secure from Scottish Arms.

Full six Foot deep in Stature he,
A goodly sight for to behold,
Of Parentage and Pedigree
Most wondrous to unfold.

Not gen'rous 10чA, of better kind,
Nor Stallion stout of Mettle higher,
Than is the fierce undaunted mind

Of this our lofty Squire.

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.

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.

This probably is meant to describe the brave Cavalier John Graham of Claverhouse, afterwards Viscount Dundee; not Livingston, who shared command.

Most pittiously he there did shrugg,

And curst a thousand times puшep Mars,
Then popt down head to save each Lugg,
And worshipp'd Royal A-

Full sore he stunk whilest, helter-skelter,
He heard the Ammunition skim,
For still as he would seek new shelter
Fear, like Gun-stick, scowr'd him.

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.

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.

In Scotland called "slaters" and generally known as wood-lice, which roll themselves up into resemblance of parched peas. It is Monmouth who is in fault.

Bothwell-Bridge, or Hamilton's Hero.

Then with his trusty Whynnyard he,
All man, Sir, slashing through the Air,
Cry'd like the Taylor to the Tree,

"Here I could have you, Sir,—and there!"

Thus did he brandishing proceed,

Till the desperate Warlike Minion

Made th' individual Attoms bleed,

And peel'd them like an Onion.

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.

His waiting Genius, eke also,

With world of pains, and muckle do,

From Scabbard salted, as I trow,

A pickl'd Weapon drew.

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.

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[In double columns. White-letter. No woodcut. Date, second half of 1679.]

Jockey's Downfall at Bothwell Bridge.

"The hardy peasant, by Oppression driven

To battle, deem'd his cause the cause of Heaven;
Unskill'd in arms, with useless courage stood,
While gentle Monmouth griev'd to shed his blood:
But fierce Dundee, inflamed with deadly hate,
In vengeance for the great Montrose's fate,
Let loose the sword, and to the Hero's shade
A barbarous hecatomb of victims paid."

-Clyde: a Poem.

WE give the contemporary verses on "Jockey's Downfall,” with

its mockery of the canting speech and whine of the Covenanters. They would have made quick work with the bard, if they had caught him; for they had erected a lofty gallows, on which they might hang their expected prisoners, with halters ready (see Creighton's Memoirs). They gave short shrift; reserving long prayers for themselves at the Grassmarket. Scottish poets and painters have delighted to falsify history, by misrepresenting the Covenanters and Cameronians in the guise of saints, martyrs for conscience-sake; meek as lambs, when not roused into lions by oppression. But in their own way they were ruthless bigots, like the worst of their persecutors.

[Luttrell Collection, II. 106; Wm. Wilson's Collection, Berwick.]

Jockey's Downfall :

A Poem

Dn the late Total Defeat given to the Scottish Covenanters, near Hamilton Park, June 22, 1679, by His Majestie's Forces, under the Command of his Highness the Duke of MONMOUTH, etc.

H

Written by the Author of The Satyr against Hypocrites.

4

? Does the Covenant ride thee still? Ow now, Jockie, what agen Or is Calvin reconcil'd to the Jesuit and the Deel? Silly Owls, shame faw their Noses, not to smell a puшep old Cheat! But where Satan owes a shame, he'le be sure to pay his Debt. Then Mess John and Aundrew eke, warmly ply'd their Pulpit thunder, And the easie Rabble won, part for Zeal and part for Plunder. "Oh!" they cry, so we may rise, and retrieve our selves from need, 'Tis good Physick for a Kingdom, once in twenty years to bleed." 8

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This same parcel all of Saints, Rebels both to King and Kirk,
Headed thus by Baal's Priests, were to do the Loard's great Work.
Like to be well done, 'yfaith, where the Deel was Overseer;
But let Satan now look to 't, this same blow may cost him dear. 12

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For if once Jack Presbyter find the Devil play fowl play,
Better had it been for him ne're to have been born that day.
For if once they 'gin to baul, not a word shall he be heard;
And he knows full well already How his credit is impair'd.
Both Design and Motive too may be guess'd of these Bigots,
But their Hopes were greater far, else they were most cursed Sots.
For, but that presumptuous Sins are with them familiar grown,
Strangely 'twas presum'd to think, Handfuls could a King dethrone.
But the poor mistaken throng, Hydra'd by so many a Priest,
Took it for a Holy War, 'gainst the Bishops and the Beast.
Ram's-horns were so fatal once to the Walls by them confounded,1
That they thought that all would totter when their Bulls of Basan
sounded.

2

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So the Bulls of Basan roar'd, paw'd, and threw their Horns on high,
Groveling streight upon the Ground brave Arch-bishop low did lye.
Up was Levite mounted then, and his Horns exalted high,
On the shoulders of poor men, zealously prepar'd to dye.

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Jericho Joshua, ii. 6. 2 Archbishop Sharp, murdered: see pp. 142 to 151.