Montelions predictions, or, The hogen mogen fortuneteller discovering as plain as a pike-staff, the dark intrigues, and grand catastrophes, carried on, or designed in most parts of the world.

A BALLAD LOYAL.

I.

YOu Sons of Honour, that dare die! To serve your Native Land, And for your King and dear Country. The Shock of danger stand, Now prepare For the War, Shew the world your glories, Do such deeds As must needs Live in future Stories.

2.

Go on brave Hero's! you can't misse The Road to Victory. Where Mighty York High Admiral is, That Soul of Gallantry, He whose Name Rides on Fame. And must still more prevail, Till it make Flemmings quake, And humbly strike their sail.

3.

Our Ships like floating Castles ride, The Waves are proud to bear 'm They deafen Thunder each Broadside, The Dutch or Devils must fear 'm, No place can boast, Besides our Coast Vessels so great and good, So many too, That Strangers do Think al'our Downs a Wood.

4.

Then pray what mean these Hogen States? (It passes our Construction) Insolently to dare their Fates, And tempt their own Destruction, On Shore and Sea Ruin they'l see On every side surrounding Brave Monmouth's hand Wasting their Land, Great York their Fleets confounding.

5.

Dull Dutch! can you forget when we, In three Fights quell'd your pride, Not long since when our Brittish Sea With your base blood was dy, d,

And dare you then Fight us again: What honour can it be To beat a new Such Slaves as you, Whom we before made flee.

6.

If Rebell Noll could make you bow, And 'fore him trembling stand, How think you fools to resist now, The mighty Charles's hand, Can it be said Against our Head You'r likely to prevail, Who heretofore, Were glad t' adore, And cringe unto our Taile.

7.

Wherefore Brave English Seamen all Rouse up your valours fire Couragiously upon them fall Make the dull World admire, Let not your breast Harbour a Guest, That treats of fear or flying, Let not a thought Centre in ought, But conquering or dying.

8.

So may you vanquish still and take Rich Prizes every day: May no tempests your Vessels shake, Nor Rock lie in your way. So may you bring To our Great King A compleat Victory. And he bestow Again on you, A fit Gratuity.

9.

If any of you Sacrifice, Your hearts at Cupids Shrine. May no Coy Wench your Love despise, Nor to you prove unkind; But may they all Before you fall, As 'tis indeed their duties: 'Tis reason such, As conquer Dutch Should Triumph over Beauties;

10.

May all your Wives prove Chast and be, As deaf to Gallants charms, Whilst you are out, as Penelope, When her Lord was in Arms.

Thus will we pray Each night and day, Till homewards you are bound Your deeds with praise Your Heads, with Baise, In glorious manner Crown'd.