A song to his excellency the Ld. General Monck, at Skinners-Hall on Wednesday Aprill 4. 1660. At which time he was entertained by that honourable company. Jordan, Thomas, 1612?-1685? This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B06896 of text N11514 in the English Short Title CatalogTextual 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 B06896 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.2[29] 99886863 ocm99886863 181361 2240899969

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 Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 2, no. B06896) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 181361) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A1:1[30]) A song to his excellency the Ld. General Monck, at Skinners-Hall on Wednesday Aprill 4. 1660. At which time he was entertained by that honourable company. Jordan, Thomas, 1612?-1685? Yolkney, Walter. 1 sheet ([1] p.). Printed for William Anderson, London: : in the year, 1660. Verse: "Admire not noble Sir, that you should heare". At end of text: The Reader may take notice that this is the right speech, sung by W. Yeokney. In two columns. Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Albemarle, George Monck, -- Duke of, 1608-1670 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. Great Britain -- History -- Restoration, 1660-1688 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. eebo A song to his excellency the Ld. General Monck, at Skinners-Hall on Wednesday Aprill 4. 1660. At which time he was entertained by that honourable comp Jordan, Thomas, 1612?-1685? 1660 1 635 1 0 0 0 0 0 15.75 C The rate of 15.75 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the C category of texts with between 10 and 35 defects per 10,000 words. 2008-10 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-12 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2009-12 Sampled and proofread 2009-12 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2010-04 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
A Song to his Excellency THE LD. GENERAL MONCK , AT Skinners-Hall on Wednesday Aprill 4. 1660. At which time he was entertained by that honourable COMPANY . To the Tune of I 'll never Leave thee more . ADmire not noble Sir , that you should heare B●asts eccho out your acclamations here , And those whom nature had tonguety'd , should breake Ther silent Chaines your fulmouch'd praise to speake It is no wonder Sir , since that to you The admiration of a greaters due , Whilst by your hands have curb'd the furious rage Of Steele , and have restor'd our golden age , This Brittish Isle by nature fram'd to be Of the great World the grand Epitome Whom Neptune circling in his briny armes Hath made secure from forreigne foes alarmes , And Providence so seated , that she seemes By her to prise all other Diadems ; And yet had she thus freed from forraigne Warres Rent her owne Bowels with intestine jarres , And when no force of supercilious Spaine Nor power of furious France could from hir gaine , Hir wealth and honour , she of both bereaves Hir selfe ; and gives them to his basest slaves He whose brave Heroes in the dayes of yore Could beat down others Sceptors or restore Them at her will : now did hir own betray And to her selfe , her selfe did make a prey . Oh foolish Nation , whilst thou sought to bring Subjection to thee from thy Soveraigne King Forgets in Bodies ruine must be red When Members Rebels turn against the Head , A people who turn Traytors to their King Must needs themselves into destruction bring ; Most desperate is their case , nor can I rate The mischiefes which succeed a headlesse State , This you have prov'd , and now you sadly see Rebellion recompenc'd with miserie ; But i le be silent here , and will no more Thus smartly rub you raw , and galled sore Since here you came not to lament , or make A Fast , but feast for your Redemptions sake , And t was to you great Sir they did intend And to your praise I should my Speeches bend And think not Sir that your renowned name , Receives detraction in the rols of fame By being sung by me ; for though that here My guards and followers doe not appeare To show my greatnesse yet at my Command The Forrests bow and as my Subjects stand And though I boast my selfe a mighty King My greatest Honour is your praise to sing Let Rome no more her Fabius show or boast His moderate prudence sav'd her being lost ; Since you have justly bragge , your wife delaies Have sav'd a Nation Crown'd your selfe with Baies . Had you been furious any have cast the Dye Of War , we now might all in ashes lye ; Triumph'd one by our foes , when now we see England restored to its Liberty By this your prudence nothing now remaines But that you recompence our other paines , And Crown your merits , whilst you and our strife By giving Head as well as Body life . The Members you have joyn'd , yet they 're but dead , Whilst thus they stand dissever'd from the Head Procyed then George , and as thou hast brought down The Traytors , so restore the lawfull Crown , That after ages may thee justly call Restorer of thy Country , KING and all .

The Reader may take notice that this is the right Speech , sung by W. Yeokney .

LONDON : Printed for William Anderson , in the YEAR , 1660.