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By an Act of the Senate’s Decreeing:
They may now plainly see
That their Leaders agree
To enslave ye brave Boys under colour of freeing.

They are free’d from Assize
And Sessions likewise,
Where Sentence must be as the Law says:
And now stand or fall
By no Law at all,
For the Will of the Captains determines all Causes.

What Mercy they’ll show
To a Soldier we know
By their whipping and stripping your Fellows:
What then can you hope
Now they’ve got their full scope?
Look about ye my Lands, ’tis high time to be Jealous.

Shou’d a Captain say, Ned
Fetch your Wife to my Bed,
Lye alone, or some other poor Trull get:
Now alas for poor Ned
He must venture his Head
To the danger of Horns, or the danger of Bullet.

Shou’d a Soldier but flinch
From his Post half an Inch,
Just to do what none else can do for him:
Neck and Heels he’ll be ty’d,
Or the Wooden-Nag stride
With a Musket or two at each Hele for to spur him.

’Tis a hundred to one
But the Gauntlet he’ll run,
Shou’d he be what the Soldiers call Mellow:
Let him ask for his Chink
But to buy Meat and Drink;
... thro’ the Head, he’s a mutinous Fellow.

If this be the Case
Of a Soldier, alas!
He had better by far ha’ been Halter’d:
Then resolve all to fight
For the K[ing] that has Right,
And you’ll find to your Joy soon the Case will be alter’d.

Then a Fig for the Law
Made to keep you in awe,
Such Cobwebs no longer shall find ye:
For you’d better be shot,
If it shou’d be your Lot
With your Arms in your Hand, than your hands ty’d behind ye.

With what Face cou’d the Duke
Who his Master forsook,
Make a Law for Cond[emn]ing Deserters?
The Soldiers he starv’d,
And betray’d all he serv’d
Then revenge your own wrongs, and hang up his 4 Quarters.

When Ormond come o’re
With Ten Thousand, or more
From thraldom the Land to deliver;
Rise up my brave Boys
With a general Voice,
Cry an Ormond, an Ormond, an Ormond for ever.