Londerias, or, A narrative of the siege of London-Dery which was formed by the late King James the 18th of April, and raised the 1st of August, Anno Dom. 1689 : written in verse / by Joseph Aickin.

Sect. 2. A Description of London-Dery.

DEry whose proud and stately Walls disdain, By any Foreign En'my to be t'ane; Betwixt surrounding Hills which it command, On an ascending brow dos snugly stand. Against those Hills the Walls rise equally, And on strong Bastions planted Cannon lye. The curtains likewise have an equal power, T'annoy the Foes, and the Town to secure; A River deep and swift with flowing Tide, Surrounds the East and South, and guards that side. A higher Wall and Bastions do defend, The West and North from the Foes cruel end. There's a great Church from whose high Steeple goes, Thunder and Lightning to annoy the Foes.

Near it's a Sally-Port, from whence they may Safely spring out to hurt the Enemy, From whose high Bulwark sev'ral Cannon play. The Town's near Oval with four stately Gates, The wholesome Air an Appetite creates. The Shipkey-Gate receives the Merchants store, There ride such Ships as Sail up from Kilmore; To whose proud Flag all Ships must strike their Sails, If not the Fort to sink them never fails. From that to Dery its a League and more, The swifest River and the finest shoar: For near this place the noble Salmon play, Till the wise Fisher makes of them a prey. The cunning Angler likewise with his fly, Entraps the noble Salmon as they play: Panting for breath he halls them on the sand, And seizes the noble booty with his hand. Upon its banks some noble Buildings stand, Fit to divert the Nobles of the Land. Ships of the greatest burthen safely go, Above the City to careen, or so. Near the South-gate the Ferry-key dos stand, Where they waft o're the Natives of the Land. On T'other side some noble Buildings be, Fit for the ends of Pride and Luxury. On each side pleasant Gardens to the eye, Which do abound with fruit exceedingly.

Near Bishops-Gate, the fatal Windmills lye, Where Cattle feed and Criminals do dye. This is the ready passage to Rapho, And Donnegal from whence their Trafficks flow. Upon the North, the Butchers-Gate doth lye, This side some moorish grounds do fortify; But yet it leads to St. Columba's Well, To Inishowen, to Bert and Pennyburn-Mill. Here's a plain path to Brookhall and Kilmore, A fertile Country, and a pleasant shoar. A Major the Town, a Dean the Church demands, A Governor the Garison commands. In the Towns center stands the Common-Hall, On stately Pillars: the Main-guard and all. There's a Parade for near Ten Thousand Men, In the four main streets and the Diamond. In this great Hall the Magistrates do meet, To take good Counsel, and to do what's fit.