The loyall subjects jubilee or Cromwels farewell to England, being a poem on his advancing to Ireland, July the 11. 1649. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A88632 of text R211237 in the English Short Title Catalog (Thomason 669.f.14[56]). 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. 3 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 2017 A88632 Wing L3372 Thomason 669.f.14[56] ESTC R211237 99869967 99869967 163044 2240938672

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A88632) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 163044) Images scanned from microfilm: (Thomason Tracts ; 246:669f14[56]) The loyall subjects jubilee or Cromwels farewell to England, being a poem on his advancing to Ireland, July the 11. 1649. 1 sheet ([1] p.) s.n., [London : 1649] Verse - "Tis high contempt not for to fast and pray,". A Royalist satire on Oliver Cromwell. Imprint from Wing. Reproduction of the original in the British Library. eng Cromwell, Oliver, 1599-1658 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. Political satire, English -- Early works to 1800. Great Britain -- History -- Commonwealth and Protectorate, 1649-1660 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. A88632 R211237 (Thomason 669.f.14[56]). civilwar no The loyall subjects jubilee, or Cromwels farewell to England, being a poem on his advancing to Ireland, July the 11. 1649. anon. 1649 2 461 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2007-07 Assigned for keying and markup 2007-08 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2007-09 Sampled and proofread 2007-09 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The Loyall Subjects Jubilee , or Cromwels Farewell to England , being a Poem on his advancing to Ireland , July the 11. 1649. T Is high contempt not for to Fast and pray , And hold as blest Saint Cromwels Holy day , The Devils a Saint , if he deserves to be One for his Machivillian Treacherie . Insatiate Monster , that doth swallow downe At once a Kingdome and a glorious Crowne , Whose splendor dazled Mortalls while it stood On Charles his head , but dim'd since dipt in blood May every stone that did adorne it round , As witnesses against thee once be found , And weigh thee down to Hell , thou horrid fel lion , To have reward for this thy grand Rebellion . But first thy progresse into Ireland take , And see what preparations they will make , ( To entertaine thee ) for that end a day Wee l set apart , and for thee this we 'l pray ; Come yee grim Furies of the Stigian Lake , With hideous cryes , and make the welking shake , Rouze Charon up , winds , Seas , and all implore , To waft this Rebell to the Irish shore , Where such a Feast prepar'd for him shall be , The like at Grocers-Hall he ne're did see : Ormond chief Cook will be to please his pallet , And send a fiery Bullet for a Sallet , Which shall such terrour to his Saintship bring , And make him cry , would he had spar'd our King ; The blood methinks doth startle in his face , That he no rest can take in any place , His Exits come , Ireland the Stage must be , Where he must act his latest Tragedie , Where he his life shall spend in discontent , And bid farewell to Englands Parliament . May thy horses founder , thy Souldiers weary grow Upon their march they can no further goe , Or if march on upon the Irish sight , Take to their heeles , and finely give thee flight , And may this noise of their most eager running , Still make thee think that Charles the II comming To claime his due with a victorious hand , And purge all Rebels from his English Land . May the day look black , and soon convert to night , Onely thy ruby Nose to give thee light ; And that thou mayst to shipping safely get , Hell for thy life-guard shall the Furies set , Charon thy Ferry-man shall be , and once being ore , Mayst thou nere come to vex the English shore . Finis .