Ode to the Jacobites by Emery Lee

While Queen Anne lay stiff in bed, 
 With no successor, 
 declared as dead,
 Parliament sought up and down 
 A protestant to wear the crown.
 
 But James the third, called pretender
 Refused to be to be the faith’s defender, 
 Three crowns he’d forfeit for a mass,
 Ere to Hanover would they pass.
 
 Georg Ludwig in no hurry,
 in his duchy long would tarry,
 Ere to Britain deign to go.
 Knowing not his kingdom’s tongue,
 In his greed he would come,
 His queer retinue in tow.
 
 With Mustapha and Mahomet, 
 the Maypole and the Elephant,
 George did claim his throne.
 His faithless wife locked tight away, 
 (for twenty years, if a day),
 This king would reign alone.
 
 High Tory and the Jacobite 
 Would n’er accept the country’s plight
 Contending yet for Divine right,
 The Stuarts to restore.
 For others with more Popish leanings, 
 in their closeted convenings,
 Treason was the true meaning,
 One could scarce ignore.
 And many white cockaded hosts
 Raised their glass in furtive toasts,
 To James- forevermore.
 
 No longer strife disguising, 
 Began the ’15 rising,
 Though t’would prove a damned devising,
 Headed by Lord Mar.
 With Stuart standard he proclaimed
 Scotland in his sovereign’s name.
 South to England now his aim,
 Intent on civil war.
 
 With less sense than bluster,
 The English north did muster,
 Under Thomas Forster,
 Wearing the general’s plume.
 To Newcastle and Preston,
 In a grand procession,
 the army marched predestined
 With a battle plan sure doomed.
 
 'Pon news to Jemmie of the tidings
 Of his Scottish clans uprising,
 The unexpected, so surprising 
 Struck the king with disbelief.
 But jubilation took its place
 On this exiled sovereign’s face,
 And for his Scotland he did race
 To his troops’ relief.
 
 Now at last had come his chance
 Funded by the King of France,
 Akin to some great romance,
 Like the Holy Grail. 
 A most devout mission,
 Coronation his ambition,
 Ever closer to fruition,
 The Chevalier set sail.
 
 But arriving yet again too late,
 His rebels conquered by the State,
 According to the Stuart fate, 
 Once more doomed to fail.
 
 Sheriffmuir lost, the rebels thwarted,
 The guilty hung, beheaded, transported.
 For nigh thirty years - the Cause aborted,
 E’er springing back to life.
 With Bonnie Charlie, the Young Pretender,
 Brave and strong, a worthy contender,
 Jacobite passions again engendered,
 In the ’45. 
 - Emery Lee
 
 
 
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