Sir Eglamor and the Dragon
Sir Eglamor and the Dragon :
Or a Relation how Generall George Monck slew a most Cruell Dragon Febr. 11. 1659.
To the Tune of Sir Eglamor.
1.
G E nerall George that Valiant wight,
He took his Sword and he would go fight,
And as he rode through London Town,
Men, Women, Posts, and Gates, fell down.
2.
But turning about towards Westminster ,
He saw it must come to Fight Dog, Fight Bear ,
For there an old Dragon sate in its Den,
Had devour'd (God knows how many) brave Men.
3.
This Dragon it was and a monstrous Beast,
With fourty or fifty heads at least,
And still as this Dragon drank down Blood,
Those heads would wag and cry good — good — good!
4.
No Hidra nor Leviathan ,
For every Head look'd like a man,
And yet they all grew Hidra -wise,
For cut off one and another would rise.
5.
Besides it had most Devilish claws,
Call'd Committees of the Good Old Cause;
But Devil and his Dam had no such Paunch
As this which swallow'd Root and Branch .
6.
It swallow'd Churches, Pallaces,
Forrests, Islands, Lands, and Seas,
Cathedrall Choires it made but a Sallad,
And left not a man to sing a Ballad.
7.
But that which made this Dragon prevaile,
Was a damnable Sting stuck in his Tayle ,
This Tayle 'gainst Christendom made Wars,
And swept down all St. Georges Stars .
8.
Then Ægypts Plagues we understood,
Darknesse, Rivers turn'd to Blood ,
Upstart Vermin thick as wooll,
And Frogs and Locusts Puipits full.
9.
Yet that which most did Plague these Isles,
Three Kingdoms lay so sick of th' Piles,
For every man in dolefull dump
Was tortur'd with a Bloody Rump .
10.
But as in its Den this Dragon did sit,
George gave it many a gay good hit,
Though then he had no Sword nor Sythe on,
But fought as Phaebus slew old Python .
11.
For George shot at him a flaming Letter,
(Which some then thought might have been better)
He wipe'd the Rump away with a Paper,
And out it flew like a stinking Vapour.
12.
Now London had her own desire,
For every Street was pav'd with fire,
All Men and Bells with many a thump,
Cry'd Rump-Rump-Rump-Rump-Rump-Rump-R .
13.
Six thousand fifty Bone-fires then,
(By twenty more then th' Army had Men)
O monstrous Rump , that thus requires
(Though but half broyl'd) six thousand Fires!
14.
This very day that Rump was burn'd,
Old Magna Charta was confirm'd;
This day they Voted that monstrous thing,
That no Addresses be made to the King.
15.
Now God bless Charles, & York, & Gloucester,
From many or from one Impostor,
May Kings , and Peers , and Commons joyn
To save us both from Rump and Loyn.
Or a Relation how Generall George Monck slew a most Cruell Dragon Febr. 11. 1659.
To the Tune of Sir Eglamor.
1.
G E nerall George that Valiant wight,
He took his Sword and he would go fight,
And as he rode through London Town,
Men, Women, Posts, and Gates, fell down.
2.
But turning about towards Westminster ,
He saw it must come to Fight Dog, Fight Bear ,
For there an old Dragon sate in its Den,
Had devour'd (God knows how many) brave Men.
3.
This Dragon it was and a monstrous Beast,
With fourty or fifty heads at least,
And still as this Dragon drank down Blood,
Those heads would wag and cry good — good — good!
4.
No Hidra nor Leviathan ,
For every Head look'd like a man,
And yet they all grew Hidra -wise,
For cut off one and another would rise.
5.
Besides it had most Devilish claws,
Call'd Committees of the Good Old Cause;
But Devil and his Dam had no such Paunch
As this which swallow'd Root and Branch .
6.
It swallow'd Churches, Pallaces,
Forrests, Islands, Lands, and Seas,
Cathedrall Choires it made but a Sallad,
And left not a man to sing a Ballad.
7.
But that which made this Dragon prevaile,
Was a damnable Sting stuck in his Tayle ,
This Tayle 'gainst Christendom made Wars,
And swept down all St. Georges Stars .
8.
Then Ægypts Plagues we understood,
Darknesse, Rivers turn'd to Blood ,
Upstart Vermin thick as wooll,
And Frogs and Locusts Puipits full.
9.
Yet that which most did Plague these Isles,
Three Kingdoms lay so sick of th' Piles,
For every man in dolefull dump
Was tortur'd with a Bloody Rump .
10.
But as in its Den this Dragon did sit,
George gave it many a gay good hit,
Though then he had no Sword nor Sythe on,
But fought as Phaebus slew old Python .
11.
For George shot at him a flaming Letter,
(Which some then thought might have been better)
He wipe'd the Rump away with a Paper,
And out it flew like a stinking Vapour.
12.
Now London had her own desire,
For every Street was pav'd with fire,
All Men and Bells with many a thump,
Cry'd Rump-Rump-Rump-Rump-Rump-Rump-R .
13.
Six thousand fifty Bone-fires then,
(By twenty more then th' Army had Men)
O monstrous Rump , that thus requires
(Though but half broyl'd) six thousand Fires!
14.
This very day that Rump was burn'd,
Old Magna Charta was confirm'd;
This day they Voted that monstrous thing,
That no Addresses be made to the King.
15.
Now God bless Charles, & York, & Gloucester,
From many or from one Impostor,
May Kings , and Peers , and Commons joyn
To save us both from Rump and Loyn.
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