Iter boreale, or, Tyburn in mourning for the loss of a saint a new song to the tune of Now the Toryes that glories / written by J.D. Dean, J. (John), fl. 1679-1685. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A37305 of text R35546 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing D493). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 4 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 A37305 Wing D493 ESTC R35546 15363223 ocm 15363223 103502 2240876619

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A37305) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 103502) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1641-1700 ; 1187:1) Iter boreale, or, Tyburn in mourning for the loss of a saint a new song to the tune of Now the Toryes that glories / written by J.D. Dean, J. (John), fl. 1679-1685. 1 broadside. Printed for C. Tebroc ..., London : 1682. Reproduction of original in the Huntington Library. eng Great Britain -- Politics and government -- 1660-1688 -- Songs and music. eebo Iter boreale, or, Tyburn in mourning for the loss of a saint. A new song, to the tune of, Now the Toryes that glories. Written by J.D. Dean, J. 1682 2 576 4 0 0 0 0 0 69.44 D The rate of 69.44 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the D category of texts with between 35 and 100 defects per 10,000 words. 2006-01 Assigned for keying and markup 2006-01 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2006-02 Sampled and proofread 2006-02 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2006-04 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
ITER BOREALE , OR , Tyburn in Mourning For the Loss of a SAINT . A New Song , To the Tune of , Now the Toryes that Glories . Written by J. D. I. BEhold Great Heavens Protection , Jehovah Frowns for to see , Pretended Zeal Claim Election In Rights of Monarchy . Great Charles in Spight of all Treason , Preserves his Kingdoms in Peace ; He Rules by Law and by Reason , Whilst Whigg melts in his own Grease : Ignoramus is out of Doors ; Flye , O flye , ye Base Sons of Whores , Poland or Holland will 〈◊〉 such Bores , Who Rebellion have Sown : For nothing but Royalty , Loyalty , Shall in our Isle be known . II. The Be — ellites are in mourning , To see their Syre so Cold ; Zownes , who thought of adjourning A Zealot so Factious bold : To Prayers ye Pestilent Whiggs , The Devil may hear you in time : What think you by Olivers Jigg ? Gad , 't brings my Song into Rime . Hamburgh once again take thy own ▪ Tyburn long for thy Son doth Groan Cromwel's disturb'd with her making moan , Curses the Sins brought him there : Then let us be Merry , drink Sherry , The Zealots no longer fear . III. Whine Louder ye Priests of the Zealous , For Heaven is Deaf to your Prayers : Why do ye Deceive us , and tell us , You Travel in Heavens Affairs ? What Saint e're came , or Professor From Grave , to teach to Dethrone Your Lawful King and Successor ? Whom next to Heaven we own . If these be Tricks of your Whiggish Tribe , No Saint will ever the Devil Chide ; Though in the bottom of Hell he Hide : Such Lovers of Kings the wrong way . Then Hey Boys Trounce it and Bounce it , For Monarchy gets the Day . IV. Must Nine-penny Esquire be forgotten ; O! do not to memory bring Those Hamburgh Sayings , where ●ot one●s ; Damn'd Rogue didst thou Murder the K — ? Must still the Zealous o'r rule us ; Shall Council Gowns be above Majesty , Sword , Mace , then tell us Who better then Moor — can Love . Loyalty burneth within his Breast , Religion is his chief Interest ; The City he would with Peace Invest : Was they not blinded with Zeal . Then Hey Boyes Laugh it and Quaffe it , Let Moor — to the King Appeal . V. Be gone base Sons of the Nation , That Love not the Power of Kings ; Go seek Dad Be — el's new Station , 'T will hold Ten thousand such Things : Go Mourn the Sin of Rebellion You would set up in the City ; Take with you , your New Friend Pa●… The rest of the Old Committee . Let Love and Loyalty once more Reign Within your Breasts , for great Charlemain , And for the Prince , that 's come home again , Who our Peace will support . Then Hey Boyes Drink it , ne'r Shrink it , Here 's a Health to the King and Court .

LONDON , Printed for C. Tebroc , Anno Dom. 1682.