Whether for debt or other crimes they fled, David at Hachilah was still their head. The offspring of this miscellaneous crowd Had not their new plantations long enjoyed, But they grew Englishmen, and raised their votes At foreign shoals for interloping Scots. The royal branch[15] from Pictland did succeed, With troops of Scots and Scabs from North-by-Tweed. The seven first years of his pacific reign Made him and half his nation Englishmen. Scots from the northern frozen banks of Tay, With packs and plods came whigging all away: Thick as the locusts which in Egypt swarmed, With pride and hungry hopes completely armed; With native truth, diseases, and no money, Plundered our Canaan of the milk and honey. Here they grew quickly lords and gentlemen, And all their race are true-born Englishmen. The civil wars, the common purgative, Which always use to make the nation thrive, Made way for all that strolling congregation Which thronged in Pious Charles’s restoration.[16] The royal refugee our breed restores, With foreign courtiers and with foreign whores, And carefully repeopled us again, Throughout his lazy, long, lascivious reign, With such a blest and true-born English fry, As much illustrates our nobility. A gratitude which will so black appear, As future ages must abhor to hear, When they look back on all that crimson flood, Which streamed in Lindsay’s and Carnarvon’s blood, Bold Strafford, Cambridge, Capel, Lucas, Lisle, Who crowned in death his father’s funeral pile. The loss of whom, in order to supply, With true-born English nationality, Six bastard Dukes survive his luscious reign, The labours of Italian Castlemaine,[17] French Portsmouth,[18] Tabby Scot, and Cambrian. Besides the numerous bright and virgin throng, Whose female glories shade them from my song. This offspring, if one age they multiply, May half the house with English peers supply; There with true English pride they may contemn Schomberg and Portland,[19] new made noblemen. French cooks, Scotch pedlars, and Italian whores, Were all made lords or lords’ progenitors. Beggars and bastards by his new creation Much multiplied the peerage of the nation; Who will be all, ere one short age runs o’er. As true-born lords as those we had before. Then to recruit the Commons he prepares And heal the latent breaches of the wars; The pious purpose better to advance, He invites the banished Protestants of France: Hither for God’s sake and their own they fled, Some for religion came, and some for bread; Two hundred thousand pairs of wooden shoes, Who, God be thanked, had nothing left to lose, To Heaven’s great praise did for religion fly, To make us starve our poor in charity. In every port they plant their fruitful train, To get a race of true-born Englishmen; Whose children will, when riper years they see, Be as ill-natured and as proud as we; Call themselves English, foreigners despise, Be surly like us all, and just as wise. Thus from a mixture of all kinds began