honest Man Can Titus be just to the King From Treason and Treachery free When the Doctor hangs in a String For Plotting and Perjury 5. For Damage the Doctor has done Poor Titus is got in the Pound 'Till the Doctor produce the Sum Full Thirty thousand pound If you knew on what damnable score Such perilous words he brought forth You 'd say his false Tongue cost more Than ever his Head was worth 6. The Doctor an Evidence Against our Great Duke did come in Nay such was his Insolence To impeach our Gracious Queen For Which such Indictments are brought Such Actions of Scandal crowd in That Titus could wish t is thought He were out of the Doctor 's Skin 7. Nay further while Titus swore For the Safety and Life of the King The Doctor began to roar And belch'd out his poyson'd Sting The Doctor for Titus may stretch H' has so brought his bus'ness about Without the kind help of Ketch It 's fear'd he will scarce get out 8. Through sixteen close Key-holes 't is plain Invisible Titus did pass And the Doctor got back again To catch a great Don at Mass But now they are both in the Trap 'T is a Wager but Jack in the Fields Tho' Titus may chance to ' scape Has the Doctor fast by the heels A new way to Play an old Game Tune Would you be a man of fashion 1. HAve you heard of Forty-One Sir When the Cause did thrive amain Tony's Tap did freely run Sir Tap did freely run Sir And confronted Charles his Wain When the Commons thought it Reason And a meritorious thing To use Villany and Treason And made Charles a Glorious King Have you heard of Eighty-Three Sir When a deeper Plot was lay'n When the Rascals did agree Sir Rascals did agree Sir To play o're the same again When to act their Reformation Nought their Fury would suffice But they needs must Purge the Nation By a Royal Sacrifice 3. Have you seen those Motly-Martys That did suffer for the Cause Swinging in their Tyburn Garters In their Tyburn-Garters To Attone their Sacred Laws If the Blunderbuss shou'd miss Sir And shou'd fail to kill the King There are other means should hit Sir And perform the Glorious Thing 4. To his Name a Statue's due Sir Higher than the Monument Who this mighty Deed shall do Sir Mighty Deed shall do Sir So Great so Good so Excellent Future Ages shall him Crown Sir And shall bless the happy hour And Religion shall fall down Sir And adore her Saviour 5. Thus the Boasting Bigots Canted Big with hopes of Common-weal Thus the Priestly Villain Ranted Priestly Villain Ranted In a Drunken sit of Zeal But their Plots were all in vain Sir And their Haughty rash Career Signs and Wonders make it plain Sir Kings are Heavens peculiar Care The Loyal Irish-mam Tune Irish Trot or Fingaul Jigg 1. MY bony dear Shony My Crony my Honey Why dost thou grumble And keep in thy words so Sighing and Crying And Groaning and Frowning Ah why dost thou still Lay thy hand on thy Sword so What if the Traytors Will talk of State-matters And rail at the King Without Cause or Reason We 'll Love on and let Business alone For Billing and Kissing Will ne'r be found Treason 2. Plotting and Sotting And Railing and Fooling Gods Nowns with the Rable Is now all the Fashion Swearing and Tearing Caballing and Brawling By Chriest and St. Patrick Will ruine the Nation He 's but a Widgeon That talks of Religion Since Rebels are now The Reformers and Teachers Sodom's Disciple Debauches the People Good Heaven defend us From more of such Preachers 3. Visions Seditions And Railing Petitions The Rable receive And are wondrous merry All can remember The Fifth of November But no man the Thirtieth of January Talking of Treason Without any Reason Will lose the poor City It s Bountiful Charter The Commons haranging Will bring them to Hanging Though each Puppy hopes To be Knight of the Garter 4. C on and P on Papillion that Villain With Cornish and Ward Are the Monarchy Hunters Rascals too low are To lodge in the Tower And scarcely are fitting To fill up the Compter Bethel is â—led too And Toney is dead too Our Fate to befriend us Made bold to strike sirs Routed the Bigot And pull'd out the Spigot His Fame and his Body Now stink alike Sir A Litany from Geneva In answer to that from St Omers FRom the Tap in the Guts of the Honorable Stump From which runs Rebellion that stinks like the Rump On purpose to leven the Factious Lump Libera nos Domine From him that aspires as high as the Crown And vows to pull Copes and Cathedrals down Fit only to govern the World in the Moon Libera nos From the Prick-ear'd Levite that can without pain Swear Black into White then Vnswear it again Whose Name did design him a Villain in Grain Libera nos From his Black-Bills and Pilgrims with Sticks in their hands That came to make a Religious Band Then Ravish our Wives and Inhabit our Land Libera nos From the Mouth of the City that never gives oâ—r To complain of Oppressions unheard-of before And yet for his Letchery will not quit score Libera nos From the Cent per Cent Scriv'ner all his State-tricks That cryer out of Intemp'rance who yet will not stick To clear a young Spend-thrift's Estate at a lick Libera nos From the Force and the Fire of the Insolent Rable That wou'd hurl the Government into a Babel And from the nice Fare of the Mouse-starver's Table Libera nos From the Elder in New street that Goggles Cants Then turns up his Whites to nose it and pants And at the same time plays the Devil and Saint Libera nos From Jenkin's Homilies drawn through the Nose From Langley Dick Baldwin and all such as those And from Brawney Settle's Poem in Prose Libera nos From a Surfeit occasion'd by Protestant Feasts From Sedition for Sawce and Republicks for Guests With Treason for Grace-Cup or Faction at least Libera nos From the Conscience of Ciâ—s resembling their Dames That in private are Nice but in publick so Tame That they will not stick out for a Touch of the same Libera nos From the blind Zeal of all Democratical Tools From Whigland and all its Anarchical Rules Devised by Knaves and Imposed on Fools Libera nos From the Late Times Reviv'd when Religion was gain And Church-Plate was seiz'd for Reliques Prophane Since practic'd by Searching Sir William again Libera nos From such Reformation where Zealots begun To preach Heaven must by firm Bulwarks be won And Te Deum sung from the mouth of a Gun Libera nos From Parliamentarians that out of their Love And Care for His Majesty's Safety wou'd prove The securest way were His Guards to remove Libera nos From Saâ—cy Petitions that serve to inflame us From all who for the Association are famous From the Devil the Doctor the damn'd
Cares and the Fears That by you Whigs do grow Such Locusts in the Nation King James could never love Wherefore he thought discretion T' advise his Son t'disprove Of all your false pretended Zeal For wisely he did know Oh the Cares and the Fears That by you Whigs do grow When best of Kings and Princes Did give your hearts desire Yet you were not contented To th' Crown you did aspire You said you 'd make him Great Indeed you did do so But oh the Cares and the Fears Attends such Winds that blow On the Mitre you did trample To make your selves more high With greater force to give the stroke Against His Majesty Ah! false and trayterous Tekelites Such ways to let us know The great Cares and the Fears That by you Whigs do grow The Whig he then stood rampant To us he gave his Laws Yet such he dare not vaunt on 't So sharp we felt his Claws YOu then laid open what you were And smartly made us know Oh the Cares and the Fears That by you Whigs do grow The Blessed Martyrs Royal Son Whom Heav'n guarded sure And made us happy by 's Return Him you could not endure Against His Life you did conspire And Mighty James also Oh the Cares and the Fears That by you Whigs do grow Peace Plenty and all that 's good Through His Conduct we have Ungrateful Souls to seek his Blood Who seeks us for to save And by your late Rebellious ways Again to make us know Oh the Cares and the Fears That by you Whigs do grow With furious Zeal you do inflame And cause our Countreys burn You work Confusion but the blame On Innocents you turn Your holy Masque is dropping off God grant it may do so And stop the Cares and the Fears That by you Whigs do grow May Colledge Rouse and Hone their Fate On Traytors all attend What though iâ— seems a little late Yet still we know your end â—ust Vengeance does not sleep Though you do think it so You 'll have your shares of the Cares That by you Whigs do grow Long live great Charles our pious King Who cares when we do sleep To keep still safe under his Wing From Ravenous Wolves his Sheep He us preserves from Bears Clutch The Lyons Jaw also And from all Cares and all Fears That by you Whigs do grow The Whigs hard Heart the cause of the hard Frost Tune Oh London Th'adst better have built new Bordello's c. 1. YE Whigs and Dissenters I charge you attend Here is a sad story as ever was told The River of Thames that once was your Friend Is frozen quite over with Ice very cold And Fish which abounded Tho' they can't be drownded For lack of their Liquor I fear are confounded Then leave your Rebellious damn'd Presbytering Or you may be glad of Poor-Jack Red-herring 2. Now had it been frozen with Brimstone and Fire The wonder had been much deeper at bottom Tho' some do believe your Sins do require A Punishment great as e'r fell upon Sodom But then the poor Fish Had been dress'd to your Dish And stead of a Plague you had then had your wish Pikes Flounders together with Gudgeons and Roaches Had served for the Luxury of these Debaucheâ—s 3. But alas to instruct ye this Frost now is sent As if it would shew ye your Consciences harden'd And if each Mothers-child make not hast to repent How the Devil d' ye think ye shall ever be pardon'd 'T is a very sad Case As ever yet was That the River should suffer for every Ass Poor Thames thou mayst curse the foul Lake of Geneva For whose faults Thou dost penance sans hope of Reprieve-a 4. This Thames O ye Whigs brought ye Plenty Pride So ye harden'd your hearts with your Silver and Gold But if ever ye hope to redeem Time or Tide â—ot must your Repentance your Zeal must be cold Your damn'd hungry Zeal For rank Commonweal Will hurry ye headlong all down to the Deel Then melt your hard hearts and your tears spread abroad As ever ye hope that your Thames shall be Thaw'd 5. Make hast and be soon reconcil'd to the Truth Or you may lament it both old men and young For suppose ev'ry Shop should be turn'd to a Booth Oh were it not sad to be told with a tongue Should Cheapside advance Up to Pety-France And Londons Guild-hall up to Westminster dance O what would become of your wealthy brave Chamber If it were forc'd so far Westward to clamber 6. Câ—ck shops with rost Victuals and Taverns with Wine Already are seen on the River with plenty â—hich are fill'd ev'ry morning before ye can dine By Two's and by Three 's I may truly say Twenty Jack Tom Will and Hary Nan Sue Doll and Mary Come there to devour Plum-Cakes and Canary And if with their Dancing Wine they be tir'd For a Tester a piece there 's a Coach to be hir'd 7. There 's Ginger-bread Small-Cole and hot Pudding-pies With Bread Cheese Brandy good Ale Beer Besides the Plum-Cakes too there 's large Cakes of Ice Enough to invite him that will come here All which does betide To punish your Pride Y' are plagu'd now with Ice ' cause you love to back slide Methinks if should warn you to alter your station For y 'ave hitherto built on a slippery Foundation 8. Ye Merchants to Greenland now leave off your sailing And for your Trâ—in-Oyl youâ—selves never solicit For there is no fear of your Merchandise failing Since the Whales Iâ—m afraid mean to give us a visit The great Leviathan May sail to England To see a worse Monster the Presbyterian Was ever a Vengeance so wonderful shewn That a River so great should be turn'd to a Town The Swearers Chorus to the Presbyterian Plot. Tune The merry Beggers c. 1. THere was a Monstruous Doctor This Doctor had no Peer A Rogue from his Cradle And bred to Lie and Swear And a Swearing we will go will go will go And a Swearing we will go 2. A Bag for my Pilgrims Another for Black Bills Ten thousand blank Commissions To move as many Hills And a Swearing we will go c. 3. A Bag for my Sallery From every Fool suborns Three brawny Bums to follow me And bugger them by turns And a Bugg ring we will go c. 4. A Bag for my Plunder Sir William's on the scent The Pole did nâ—er so thunder In the Grand Vizier's Tent And a Pundring we will go c. 5. A Bag for my Necklace Another for my Plate And all shall be Fish That comes in Waller's Net And a Plund'ring we will go c. 6. A Bag for my Pistols And Consecrated Knives And one for Tormentillio's T'fright Fools out of their Lives And a Plotting we will go c. 7. A Bag for the Parson Another for Don John Though I swore like a Whoreson Yet still I did swear on And a Swearing we will go
A Choice Collection OF 120 Loyal Songs All of them written since the Two late PLOTS VIZ. The Horrid Salamanca Plot in 1678. AND THE Fanatical Conspiracy in 1683. Intermixt with some New Love SONGS With a Table to find every Song To which is added An Anagram and an Accrostick ON THE Salamanca DOCTOR LONDON Printed by N. T. at the entrance into the Old Spring Garden near Charing Cross 1684. To the Reader AMongst the several means that have been of late years to reduce the deluded Multitude to their just Allegiance this of BALLADS and LOYAL SONGS has not been of the least influence While the Fergusons and Heads of the Factions were blowing up Sedition in every corner of the Countrey these flying Choristers were asserting the Rights of Monarchy and proclaiming Loyalty in every street The mis-inform'd Rabble began to listen they began to hear to Truth in a SONG in time found their Errors and were charm'd into Obedience Those that despise the Reverend Prelate in the Pulpit and the Grave Judge on the Bench that will neither submit to the Laws of God or Man will yet lend an itching Ear to a New SONG nay and often become a Convert by It when all other means prove ineffectual Divine Herbert has it excellently exprest where he says A Verse may find him who a Sermon flies And turn Delight into a Sacrifice It cannot be imagin'd how many scatter'd Flocks this melodious Tingling hath reduced to their Princely Hives who otherwise had never been brought under the Discipline of Obedience or Government And without ostentation I may say I printed my News-Papers that always vindicated the King and Government to undeceive the People who were daily impos'd upon by Curtis Smith Harris Care Vile Baldwin Janeway c. when no body else would or durst For This the malice of the Factious Party swell'd so high against me that They with the assistance of a certain Instrument who swore through two Brick-walls before Oates appear'd caused me to be imprison'd six times so that for near five years I was never free from Trouble having seldom less than 3 or 4 Indictments at a Sessions against Me at other times Information upon Information in the Crown-Office which villainous contrivances of their Agents cost Me at last 500 l. in Money besides the loss of My Trade and Reputation The principal Crimes they alledged against Me were Let Oliver now be forgotten a Song A Hue and Cry after T. O. when turn'd from White-Hall The Character of an Ignoramus Doctor A Dialogue between the Devil and the Doctor The Prisoners Lamentation for the loss of Sheriff Bethel And at last for Oates's Manifesto All which Phamphlets tended to no other evil than the laying open the Villanies of Oates and the rest of his Perjur'd Disciples But thanks be to God Tempora mutantur c. and Truth daily shines more more These Collections being of so much use to detect the Scandalous Lies and Falshoods of the Factious and to keep the strong-headed Beast within the Reins of Obedience I thought fit to publish that the World may see I have not been idle in the worst of times but have done my endeavour to the utmost of my Talent for the Interest of the KING and Government which That they may flourish in spight of all his Adversaries â—s the hearty prayer of Your most Humble Servant N. T. A Table of all the new Songs contained in this Book LEt Oliver now be forgotten Page 1. Now now the Tories all shall stoop 3. Let us advance the Good Old Cause 6. Now now the Zealots all must droop 8. Now at last the Riddle is expounded 10. Since Reformation with Whigs in fashion 13. Rouse up great Genius of this potent Land 16. Since Plotting's a Trade 19. Bread a Geud I think the Nation 's mad 22. From over the Seas not long since there came 26. Hail to the Knight of the Post. 28. Once on a time the Doctor did Swear 31. What still ye Whigs uneasy 33. Listen a while and I 'll tell you a Tale. 36. Did you not hear of a Peer that was Try'd 39. Tony was small but of Noble Race 42. Old Jemmy is a Lad c. 44. The Commons now are at a stand 47. Now the Tories that Glories 48. Rouse up the Tories of this Factious Land 51. Room Room for Cavaliers c. 53. Have you not lately heard c. 56. Good people of England I hope you have had 59. Come now let 's rejoyce and the City Bells Ring 63. Now at lâ—st the matter is decided 65. Fill up the Bowl and set it round c. 67. Let the Whigs repine and Tories smile 70. Rouse up Great Monarch in the Royal Cause 73. You Free-men and Masters and Prentices mourn 76. The Delights of the Bottle are turn'd out of Doors 78. O Poland Monster of our Isle 82. Hay Joller Ringwood and Towzer 84 Ah cruel Bloudy Fate 86. Hail to London fair Town 89. Prince George at last is come 91. A Tory came late through Westminster-hall 94 The Golden Age is come 96. Now now the Plot is all come out 99. Let Pickering now be forgotten 101. Oh the mighty Innocence c. 103. Bee my Shoul and Shoulwation 106. Whigs are now such precious things 109. The Plot God wâ—t is all broke out 111. Beloved hearken all O Hone. 113. Wealth breeds Care Love Hope and Fear 115. Hark the Thundring Cannons Roar 117. Let the Moors repine their hopes resign 119. You Calvinists of England 121. Ye Whigs and Dissenters I charge you attend 125 There was a Monstrous Doctor 127. I hil tell thee Tom the strangest Story 130. Twa bony Lads were Sawny and Jocky 134 At Winchester was a Wedding 136. When Traytors did at Popery rail 139. Let Wine turn a Spark and Ale huff like a Hector 142 Hark how Noll and Bradshaw's heads c. 145. Good People I Pray give ear unto me c. 148. The Second Part Ibid. 151. Rebellion hath broken up house 155. Remember yâ— Whigs what was formerly done 158 Come listen a while tho the weather be cold 160. I 'll tâ—ll you a Tale tho before 't was in Print 162 When the Plot I first invented 165. I 'm glad to hear the Cannons roar 167. Alas what is like to become of the Plot. 170. Hells restless Factious Agents still Plot on 172. Noâ— Loyal Tories may Tryumph in Glories 173. 〈◊〉 and Ambition alas will deceive you 176. 〈◊〉 for great Algernoon 177. Joy to Great Caesar c. 179. You London Lads rejoyce c. 181. Hark the Fatal day is come c. 185. Hail to the Prince of the Plot. 187. Have you heard of Forty one Sir 189. My Bony dear Shâ—ny my Crony my Hony 191. From the Tap in the Guts of the Honourable stump 193. Defend us from all Popish Plots 195. From Councel of 6 where Treason prevails 196. Ye London Lads be sorry 198. You Loyal Lads be merry
buzzing Treason i' th' City And love the King So ends my Ditty Or else let him die like a Dog in a string The Whigs Exaltation a Pleasant New Song to an Old Tune of Forty One 1. NOw now the Tories all shall stoop Religion and the Laws And Whigs on Commonwealth get up To â—aâ— the Good Old Cause Tantivy-Boys shall all go down And Haughty Monarchy The â—eathern-Cap shall brave the Throne Then Hey Boys up go we 2. When once that Antichristian Crew Are crush'd and overthrown We 'l teach the Nobles how to bow And keep their Gentry down Good manners has a bad repute And tends to Pride we see We 'l therefore cry all Breeding down And Hey Boys up go we 3 The Name of Lord shall be abhorr'd For ev'ry mans a Brother What reason 's then in Church or State One man should Rule another Thus having Peel'd and Plunder'd all And level'd each Degree We 'l make their plump young Daughters fall And Hey Boys up go we 4. What though the KING and Parliament Cannot accord together We have good Cause to be content This is our Sun-shine weather For if good Reason should take place And they should both agree D'zounds who wou'd be in a Round-heads case For Hey then up go we 5. We 'l down with all the ' Versities Where Learning is profesâ— For they still Practice and Maintain The Language of the Beast We 'l Exercise in every Grove And Preach beneath a Tree We 'l make a Pulpit of a Tub Then Hey Boys up go we 6. The Whigs shall Rule Committee-Chair Who will such Laws invent As shall Exclude the Lawful Heir By Act of Parliament We 'l cut His Royal Highness down Ev'n shorter by the Knee That He shall never reach the Throne Then Hey Boys up go we 7. We 'l Smite the Idol in Guild-Hall And then as we were wont We 'l cry it was a Popish Plot And swear those Rogues have don 't His Royal Highness to Un-throne Our Interest will be For if He e're Enjoy His own Then Hey Boys up go we 8. We 'l break the Windows which the Whore Of Babylon has Painted And when their Bishops are pull'd down Our Elders shall be Sainted Thus having quite Enslav'd the Throne Pretending to set free At length the Gallows claims its own Then Hey Boys up go we An Excellent New Hymn Exalting the Mobile to Loyalty c. To the Tune of Forty One 1. LEt Us advance the Good Old Cause Fear not Tantivitiers Whose Threatnings are as Senseless as Our Jealousies and Fears 'T is We must perfect this great work And all the Tories slay And make the King a Glorious Saint The clean contrary way 2. It is for Liberty we Plot And for the Publick Good By making Bishops go to pot And shedding Guiltless Blood We 'l Damn the Orthodoxal Beast And their Adherents slay When these are down we shall be blest The clean contrary way 3. When We the King have Bankrupt lain Of Power and Crown bereft Him And all his Loyal Subjects slain And none but Rebels left him When we have quite undone the Land By Ignoramus sway We 'l settle the Succession and The clean contrary way 4. 'T is to preserve His Majesty That we against him rise The Righteous Cause can never die That 's manag'd by the Wise Th' Association's a just thing And that does seem to say Who fights for us fights for the King The clean contrary way 5. Religion still must be th' intent The Nations Peace and Good The Privledge of Parliament So rarely Understood We 'l pull the Laws and Reason down And teach men to obey Their Sovereign and the Rights o' th' Crown The clean contrary way 6. Our Properties we 'l upwards set By Imprisonment and Plunder And Needy Whigs Preferment get To keep all Tories under We 'l keep in Pension Oates and Prance To Swear and to Betray The Int'rest of the King t' Advance The clean contrary way 7. What tho' the King be now misled By the Old Popish Crew He 'l find our Honesty has sped And give us all our due For we he knows do Rail and Plot Rebellion to Obey And that we stand for Peace and Truth The clean contrary way 8. And now my Noble Countrey-men You cannot doubt my Zeal That we have so true and Loyal been To King and Commonweal And if at last we chance to Hang For what we do or say Our comfort is to Heav'n we Gang The clean contrary way A Song on His Royal Highness's return from Scotland To the Tune of Hey Boys up go we 1. NOw now the Zealots all must droop The Synagogues shall down And Truth and Loyalty get up The Pillars of the Throne The Whigs who Loyalty forsook Shall with one Voice agree To welcom home the mighty Duke Of York and Albany 2. Behold with what a Glorious Train Of Noble Lords and Peers Great York is Guarded o're the Main In spight of all our Fears Our Groundless Doubts and Jealousies Of Popish Slavery For who can keep the Crowd in Peace But York and Albany 3. The Wandring Dove that was sent forth To find some Landing near When Englands Ark was tossâ—d on Floods Of Jealousies and Fears Returns with Olive Branch of Joy To set the Nation free From Whiggish Rage that wou'd destroy Great York and Albany 4· And now He is return'd in Peace With all His Pompous Train Whom Heav'n protected o're the Seas To bless this Land again Let us with thankful Hearts comply And Joyful Harmony For Scotlands Hope and Englands Joy Is York and Albany 5. Let Bumpers flow and Bonfires blaze And every Steeple Ring To set forth Royal Jemmy's Praise The Brother of our King Let Trumpets sound and Cannons roar And with one voice agree Since Heav'n again has brought ashoar Great York and Albany 6 These solemn Rights they freely gave To ev'y Factious Brother Who thought the Nation to Enslave And ruine one another To Monmouth and each Factious Lord To Oates and Shaftsbury But thought it Treason to afford To York and Albany 7. Now be confounded all you Tribe Of Ignoramus sway Who by Malicious Plots contriv'd To drive the Heir away As you did once before to France An Exile o're the Sea Who to your grief did home advance Great York and Albany 8. And may He with the Joys He wed Together flourish still And live to crush the Serpents head Whose Sting did pierce his heel Till Rebels tremble at his Name And all the Land agree The just Succession to Procliam Of York and Albany The Riddle of the Roundhead To the Tune Now at last the Riddle is Expounded 1. NOw at last the Riddle is Expounded Which so long the Nation has confounded For the Roundhead Begins the Game again Which so well they play'd in Forty four Now with greater hope For the fine Sham-plots will ne'r give over Till they piously have routed King and Pope 2. Anthony that worm of Reformation
Who of Commonwealth has laid Foundation Which the Nation So hotly does pursue Let him be rewarded in the Tower For his Merits due By that busie Plotting head laid lower We may perhaps escape what might ensue 3. Perkin make fine legs to the shouting Rabble Who to make him King he thinks are able But the Bauble Is only shew'd for use The silly Idiot serves but for a Tool still For Knaves to work their Feats And will remain but a dull mistaken Fool still For all their damn'd Cabals Wapping Treats 4. The most zealous Parliament devoted For the Publick good devoutly voted Pray note it That the Duke must ne'er be King And like honest faithfull loyal Subjects His Majesty implore To sign their Pious and Religious Projects Or else the threatn'd King must reign no more 5. The renowned work of Reformation To be carry'd on throughout the Nation In a Passion They Vote the Canons down Acts and Statutes all must be confounded Law and Justice too To make way for the proud rebellious roundhead That they once more the Nation may undo 6. Lords and Bishops both are useless Voted And the factious crew who gravely Plotted Are noted For Lords and Commons too Whigs and Brumighams with shams and stories Are True Protestants And Protestants are Masquerates and Tories The Modern Reformation of the Saints 7. Old Queen Bess that made the best Indentures Good King Jemmy too against Dissenters He ventures To turn them out of doors To take in Quakers Puritans and Ranters The Parliament implores To build a Kirk of Whigs and Covenanters And make a Lawful Race of Sons of Whores 8. Rowley now with Wisdom and grave Reason To prevent the swift approaching Treason In season Put a period to their strife In Oxford all their stratagemâ— confounded The Roguish Joyner too And may no better Fate attend the Roundhead That wou'd the Church and Monarchy subdue 6. Oxford Loyal Youths who scorn to sham us With a perjur'd Bill of Ignoramus Or name us For Loyal Traytors known Soon found a flaw i' th bottom of the Joyner By Justice and the Laws Of Church and Commonwealth an Underminer Who fell a Martyr in the Good Old Cause 10. Now for shame ye Zealots be confounded Boast no more Allegiance since a Roundhead Is grounded Upon the Holy Sham How dare ye talk of Loyalty a Hater Of Justice King and Laws Since the Whiggish Protestant is found a Traytor And dies a Martyr in the Good Old Cause Ignoramus An Excellent Song To the Tune of Lay by your Pleading 1 SInce Reformation With Whig's in Fashion There 's neither Equity nor Justice in the Nation Against their Furies There no such Cure is As lately hath been wrought by Ignoramus-Juries Compaction of Faction That breeds all Distraction Is at the Zenith Point but will not bear an Action They sham us and flam us And ram us and damn us And then in spight of Law come off with Ignoramus 2 Oh how they Plotted Brimiâ—hams Voted And all the Mobile the Holy Cause promoted They preach'd up Treason At ev'ry season And taught the Multitude Rebellion was but Reason With Breaches Impeaches And most Loyal Speeches With Royal Bloud again to glut the thirsty Leeches They sham us and flam us c. 3 'T is such a Jury Wou'd pass no Tory Were he as Innocent as a Saint in Glory But let a Brother Ravish his Mother Assassinate his King he wou'd find no other They shamed and blamed At Loyallists aimed But when a Whig's repriev'd the Town with Beacons flamed They sham us and flam us c. 4 This Ignoramus With which they sham us Wou'd find against a York to raise a M th-amus Who clears a Traytor And a King Hater Against his Lawful Prince wou'd find sufficient matter They sought it and wrought it Like Rebels they fought it And with the price of Royal Martyrs blood they bought it They sham us and flam us c. 5 At the Old-Baily Where Rogues flock daily A greater Traytor far then Coleman White or Staley Was late Indicted Witnesses cited But then he was set free so the King was righted ' Gainst Princes Offences Prov'd in all senses But ' gainst a Whig there 's no Truth in Evidences They sham us and flam us c. 6 But wot you what Sir They found it not Sir 'T was ev'ry Jurors Case and there lay all the Plot Sir For at this season Shou'd they do reason Which of themselves wou'd scape if they found it Treason Compassion in fashion The Int'rest of th' Nation Oh what a Godly point is self-preservation They sham us and flam us c. 7 'Las what is Conscience In Baxter's own sense When Int'rest lies at stake an Oath and Law is Nonsense Now they will banter Quaker and Ranter To find a Loyallist and clear a Covenanter They 'l wrangle and brangle The Soul intangle To save the Traytors Neck from the old Triangle They flam us and sham us c. 8 Alass for pitty Of this good City What will the Tories say in their drunken Dity When all Abettors And Monarch-haters The Brethren damn'd their Souls to save Malicious Traytors But mind it long winded With prejudice blinded Lest what they did reject another Jury find it Then sham us and flam us And ram us and damn us When against King and Law you find an Ignoramus London's Loyalty To a Pleasant New Tune Call'd Burton-Hall 1 ROwze up Great Genius Of this Potent Land Lest Traytors once more Get the upper hand The Rebel Crowd their Former Tenents own And Treason worse than Plagues Infect the Town The Sneaking Mayor And his two Pimping Shreeves Who for their honesty No better are then Theeves Fall from their Sov'raigns side To Court the Mobile Oh! London London Where 's thy Loyalty 2 First Yorkshire Patience Twirls his Copper Chain And hopes to see a Commonwealth again The Sneaking Fool Of breaking is affraid Dares not changeâ— is side For fear he lose his Trade Then Loyal Slingsby Does their Fate Divine He that Abjur'd the King Bnd all his Sacred Line And is suppos'd His Fathers Murderer to be Oh! Bethel Bethel Where 's thy Loyalty 3 A most Notoâ—ious Villain Late was caught And after to the Bar Of Justice brought But â—lingsby packâ—r a Jury Of his own Of worser Rogues then e're Made Gallows groanâ— Then Dugdales Evidence was soon decry'd That was sâ— just and honestâ— When Old Stafford dy'd Now was a perjur'd Villain And he ly'd Oh! Justice Justice Where 's thy Equity 4 Now Cl ton murmures Treason unprovok'd First sup'd the King and after Wish'd him choak't ' Cause Danby's Place was Well bestow'd before He Rebel turns seduc'd By Scarlet Whore His sawcy Pride aspires To High Renown Leather Breeches are forgot In which he trudgâ—d to Town Nought but the Treasury Can please the scribling Clown Oh! Robin Robin Whereâ—s thy Modesty 5 Pl er now grows dull And pines for want of Whore Poor Creswel
so sâ—yll a Sir With a fa la c. 3. The Witnesses for the King swore plain With a fa la c. But had they been as many again With a fa la c. The Jury before such Truths receiv'd Nor them nor St. Peter they wou'd have believ'd With a fa la c. 4. The Witnesses brought him a Traytor in With a fa la c. But the Jury found it another thing With a fa la c. For he who did still his King oppose Is made a true Subject in spight of the Laws With a fa la c. 5. Thus this Great Lord of High Renown With a fa la c. Th' Exalted Idol of the Town With a fa la c. Is clear'd by Ignoramus-sway For Betraying the Church and the King in a day With a fa la c. 6. The Rabble to shew their Loyalty With a fa la c. Did in full shouts with the Jury agree With a fa la c. They Bonfires made with great applause And all to maintain the Good Old Cause With a fa la c. 7. And now in spight of King and Queen With a fa la c. More Jollity was in the Streets to be seen With a fa la c. Then on the Twenty Ninth of May Though it was the Restauration-day With a fa la c. 8. Another passage I chancâ—d to hear With a fa la c. That the Doctor is fallen from the Front to the Rear With a fa la c. He to the Saints does now incline Abjures the King with the Rebels Combines VVith a fa la c 9. Yet these pretend now for to Inherit VVith a fa la c. As Heirs do Estates the Light of the Spirit VVith a fa la c. Yet let them say or do what they will They 'l find themselves Ignoramus still VVith a fa la c. 10. But had it been a Popish Lord VVith a fa la c. One Witness then had serv'd in a word VVith a fa la c. They had not then enquir'd so far But found it and never have stept from the Bar VVith a fa la c. 11. If by this Law the Charter be lost With a fa la c. Will Tony's Estate repay all the Cost With a fa la c. The Boys will then find out the Cheat. And de De Witt the old Camâ—al in his Retreat With a fa la c. 12. They 'l Curse that Pate that studied to bring With a fa la c. Plague to the Country and Ruine to th' King With a fa la c. Divested thus of Citophel's Pride They 'l do him that Justice which Juries deny'd With a fa la c. The Loyal Feastâ— to the Tune of Sawney will never be my Love again 1. TONY was small but of Noble Race And was beloved of ev'ry one He Broach'd his Tap and it ran apace To make a Solemn Treat for all the Town He sent to Yeoman Knight and Lord The Holy Tribe to Entertain With all the Nation cou'd afford But Tony will never be himself again 2. He sent to the Shambles for all their Store And left behind neither Fowl nor Beast The Spiggot ran swift and fain wou'd do more To make all the Lords a Noble Feast He sent to Market sent to Fair His Loyal Guests to entertain But of the Banquet he had no share And Tony will never be himself again 3. At two great Halls in London Town Design'd to meet a Zealous Crew Of Lords and Knights of High Renown And all were Protestants True Blue They threw in Guineys free as Brass The Noble Frolick to Maintain But on Great Charles the Sham wou'd not pass And Tony will c. 4. With Duty to their Lawful Prince A Loyal Subject every one To pray for him is the Pretence And then to Rail and Plot against the Crown From Church they did intend to th' Hall Their Noble Guests to Entertain But they were Routed Horse and all And Tony c. 5. In favour of the King and Duke The Heir-Apparent of the Throne His Highness they Exclude and took A Fop-Pretender of their own The meek Guide Moses they withstand A Golden Calf to Entertain But Royal Charles he dispers'd the Band And Tony c. 6. The Bloody Papists shall no more Contrive against his Life and Reign Tho' it was themselves did the Feat before And are as ready to do 't again Thus they Exclude the Rightful Heir The Gaudy Fop to Entertain But they were met by the good Lord Mayor And Tony c. 7. With thanks and Pray'rs for our good King They Vow'd to Sacrifice the Day But Royal Charles he smoak'd out the thing And sent the Rable with a Pox away He sent his Summons to the Cit Seditious Meetings to Restrain The Feast was broke and the Guests were besh And Tony c. 8 And now the Capons flye about With Frigaces of Ambergreece And Chickens ready drest they Shout About the Street for pence a piece The Whigs did wish the Council choak'd Who did this Noble Feast restrain All down in the Mouth to be thus bawk'd Poor Tony will never be himself again Old Jemmey Tune of Young Jemmey 1. OLd Jemmy is a Lad Right lawfully descended No Bastard born nor bred Nor for a Whig suspended The true and Lawful Heir to th' Crown By Right of Birth and Laws And bravely will maintain his own In spight of all his Foes 2. Old Jemmy is the Top And Chief amongst the Princes No Mobile gay Fop With Brimigham pretences A Heart and Soul so wondrous great And such a conqu'ring Eye That every Loyal Lad fears not In Jemmy's Cause to die Old Jemmy is a Prince Of Noble Resolutions Whose Powerful influence Can order our Confusions But Oh! He fights with such a Grace No Force can him withstand No God of War but must give place Where Jemmy leads the Van 4. To Jemmy every Swain Does pay due Veneration And Scotland does maintain His Title to the Nation The Pride of all the Court he stands The Patron of his Cause The Joy and Hope of all his Friends The terrour of his Foes 5. Maliciously they Vote To work Old Jemmy's Ruin And zealously promote A Bill for his undoing Both Lords and Commons most agree To pull His Highness down But ' spight of all their Policy Old Jemmy's Heir to th' Crown 6. The Schismatick and Saint The Baptist and the Athiest Swear by the Covenant Old Jemmy is a Papist Whilst all the Holy Crew did plot To pull His Highness down Great Albany a Noble Scot Did raise unto a Crown 7. Great Albany they swear He before any other Shall be immediate Heir Unto His Royal Brother Who will in spight of all his Foes His Lawful Rights maintain And all the Fops that interpose Old Jemmy's York again 8. The Whigs and Zealots Plot To banish him the Nation But the Renowned Scot Hath
c. 5. If any Grave Alderman Perjures and Swears Till he runs the great hazard of loosing his Ears Let him bring but his Toll and to cover his Shame I 'le hide him i' th Hopper and Dip him i' th' Dam Then make hast Customers c. 6. If any Hot Zealots or Turbulent Cits With Tumults Riots run out of their Wits For the Toll I 'l so Tame 'em that they shall be all Like Flour of Patience I 'l Grind 'em so small Then make hast Customers c. 7. If you have e're a Fop that 's proud of a String And fain would aspire to the Throne of a King Bring him to my Mill I will presently show If he 's qualified for a Monarch or no. Then make hast Customers c. 8. If you have e're a Lord that 's a Pimp to 's Wife And to hide his Horns would venture his Life Send her to my Mill. I 'll venture a Tryal To make Her as Honest as e're He was Loyal Then make hast Customers c. 9. If you have e're a Slabbering Lord that 's a Fool And sits in Cabals 3 Kingdoms to Rule And stands for a States-man I 'll make him as able As ever a Helper in all his own Stable Then make hast Customers c. 10. If you have e're a Lord that used to Preach I'â—h ' top of a Crab Tree above all your reach And still the Lords Super expos'd in Lambs wool send him to my Mill I 'll Reform his Skull Then make hast Customers c. 11. If you have â—'re a Knight that 's a Knave and Thred-bare That deals in Neck-laces and such kind of ware And stole the best Plot now hides it in Bristol Bring him to my Mill I 'll make him confess 't all Then make hast Customers c. 12. If you have or had any Sheriffs that are Whigs That have cut off some Heads and are cutting off Legs Bring them and their Perjur'd Juries together I 'll turn 'em all round in my Mill with the Weather Then make hast Customers c. 13. If you have e're a Doctor that has ne'r a Mouth But a Hole in the place for a Nose Nor. South Put him to my Mill I shal make him speak sense Behind and before like a Quaker in Trance Then make hast Customers c. 14. If He has been Perjur'd ten thousand times o're And for want of Imployment begins to grow poor I 'll make him as Rich if he knows his own Name As when he came Mumping from Flanders or Spain Then make hast Customers c. 15. If Forty Religions he dares to Believe And yet Preacheth Blasphemy Fools to deceive Bring him to my Mill with more of the Grist I 'll make him a Devil a Man or a Beast Then make hast Customers c. 16. If you have any Plots either Sham ones or True ones Bring out the Contrivers both black ones bleâ— ones I 'll either Refine 'em from all their past Ill Or else I will strangle them All in my MILL Then make hast Customers bring in your Tribes I 'll quickly dispatch them without any Bribes For I am so Zealous for Whiglanders Crew I 'll cure their Distempers with one Turn or two A Congratulation on the Happy Discovery of the Hellish Fanatick Plot. Tune Now now the Fight 's done 1. COme now let 's rejoyce and the City Bells ring And the Bonfires kindle whilst unto the King We pay on our knees the grand tribute that 's due Of thanks and oblation which now we renew For Mercies that we have received of late From Prudence and Justice diverting our Fate 2. The Curtain is drawn and the Clouds are disperst The Plot 's come to light that in darkness did nest Jack Calvin's display'd with his Colours in grain And who were the Traytors and Villains 't is plain The Traps that they laid and the snares that they set Have caught them at last in their own silly Net 3. The Foreman himself that off-spring of Hell In whose wick'd Breast all Treason doth dwel To the Tower was sent with his Triple Name Whilst the Triple-tree groans for his Carcass again And many Rogues more their Leader will follow Unto the same place whilst we whoop and hallow 4. The Libelling tribe that so long have reign'd And sow'd Sedition shall now be Arraignâ—d Their Shams and their Lies shall do them no good When they come to the tree there 's no shamming that wood Janway and Curtis in the forlorn hope Then Vile Smith and Care shall neck the next Rope 5 So so let them dye that would Monarchs destroy And spit all their Venom our Land to annoy If that their Powâ—r were to their Malice equal And their Courage the same they 'd soon ruine all But their Courage is low and their Power but small Their Treason is High and must have a Fall 6. When Trojans of old our Ancestors were In danger of Shipwrack toss'd here there Great Neptune soon quell'd those Rebels and Storms With brandished trident and free'd them from harms They â—led from his Face through guilt of their Cause As these from our Lion if he stretch out his paws 7. Go Devils be gone to the Region below Here 's no bus'ness of yours or ought left to do No Tempter we need we can act all our selves Without any help from you silly Elveâ— For what Presbyter act he thinks a disgrace All Hell should out-do him or dare shew their face 8. For produce all the ill that Hell ever hatch'd 'T is nothing at all when it comes to be match'd With what has been Plotted by Traytors of late Who aim'd at the Ruine of Church and of State By Perjury Bribes by suborning all Evil By Murther and worse Than e're came from the Devil 9. Now Presbyter come and submit thy stiff Neck Thou labour'st in vain our great Monarch to check Whose Power Divine no Mortals controul But hazard the loss of both Body and Soul Then banish for ever your Commonwealth hope Which tends to destruction and ends in a Rope Epilogue With Wine of all sorts let the Conduits run free And each true heart drink the K's Health on his knee No Treason shall lodge in our breasts while we live To God and to Caesar their Due we will give We 'l pray with our hearts and fight with our hands Against all Fanat when great Charles commands The Loyal Sheriffs of London and Midlesex Upon their Election Tune Now at last the Riddle c. 1. NOw at last the Matter is decided Which so long the Nation has divided Misguided By Interest and blind Zeal Which so well in Forty four they Acted Now with greater heat They again act o're like Men Distracted To give to Monarchy a new defeat 2. Famous North of Noble Birth and Breeding And in Loyal Principles Exceeding Is pleading To stand his Countreys Friend To do Justice to the King and Nation Some so much oppose To
renew the work of REFORMATION And carry on again the Good Old Cause 3. Next Renowned Box as high commended And of Loyal Parentage Descended Intended To do the City Right With true Courage and firm Resolution He the Hall Adorns But the Heads were all in a Confusion Suchâ—d in there was a ratling with their Horns 4. Prick up Ears and push for one another Let not Box an old Malignant Brother Nor ' â—other Our Properties command He 's a Kings-man North is nothing better They walk Hand in Hand He you know is the Lord Mayor's Creature And therefore 't is not sit that they should stand 5. Where are now our Liberties and Freedom Where shall we find Friends when we shou'd To bleed 'em And pull the Tory's down To push for our Int'rest who can blame us Sheriffs rule the Town When we loose our Darling IGNORAMVS We lose the Combat and the day 's their own 6. Then let every Man stand by his Brother Poll o're ten times Poll for one another What a Pother You see the Tory's make Now or never now to save your Charter Or your Hearts will ake If it goes for them expect no Quarter If Law and Justice rule our heels must shake 7. Rout a Rout joyn 'Prentice Bore and Peasant Let the White-hall Party call it Treason 'T is Treason We should our Necks Defend Routs and Ryots Tumults and Sedition Poll 'em o're again These do best agree with our Condition If Monarchy prevail we 're all lost men 8. The Lord Mayor is Loyal in his Station 'Las what will become o' th Reformation O' th' Nation If the Sheriffs be Loyal too Wrangle Brangle huff and keep a Clatter If we loose the Field Poll 'em o're again it makes no matter For tho' we loose the Day we scorn to Yield 9. Ten for Box and Twenty for Papillion North a Thousand and Dubois a Million What Villain Our Interest dare oppose With those Noble Patriots thus they sided To uphold the Cause But the good Lord Mayor the case decided And once again two Loyal Worthies Chose 10. Noble North and Famous Box promoted By due Course and Legal Choice allotted They Voted To be the City Sheriffs And may they both to Londons Commendation Her Ancient Rights restore To do that Justice to the King and Nation Which former Factions have deny'd before Loyalty Triumphant on the Confirmation of Mr. North and Mr. Rich Sheriffs of London and Middlesex Tune Joy to the Bridegroom 1. FIll up the Bowl and set it round The day is won the Sheriffs crown'd The Rabble flies the Tumults yield And Loyalty maintains the Field Saint George for England then amain To Royal CHARLES this Ocean drain 2. With Justice may it ever flow And in an endless Circle go The brim with conqu'ring Bays be crown'd And Faction in the Dregs lie drown'd Then to the QVEEN and Royal James Sacrifice your flowing Thames 3. Thanks to Sir John our good Lord Mayor ' Gainst Sheriffs Tricks He kept the Chair The Court and City's Right maintains While head strong Faction broke the Reins Then to the famous Sir John Moor May after-Age that Name adore 4. What Zeal ye Whigs to the Old Cause Thus makes you act against the LAWS That none for Sheriff must contend But your old IGNORAMVS Friend But now your hopes are all destroy'd And your two Champions laid aside 5. Is this your love to Church and State That no good man must serve of late While you can find one Factious Rogue To sway the Poll and get your Vogue By unjust means your Rights you claim And lawless Force maintain the same 6 But brave Sir John while th'storms increase His Wisdom made the Tumults cease In spight of all Illegal Poll The Routs and Ryots did controll Whence He shall gain a lasting Name And after-Age Record His Fame 7 Amongst the Men of chiefest worth The Vote is given for Loyal NORTH In spight of Pilkington and Shute Papilion and the Rabble Rout Then to brave NORTH a double Doze Who the strong Factions did oppose 8. Now BOX withdraws Dubois contends And Noble RICH the Stage ascends By Legal ' gainst Illegal Vote The Loyal Tribune they promote Then to brave RICH a Health off hand Who the loud Tumults did withstand 9. For Ropes and Gibbets the next year The Whigs we hope need not despair If Rich find TIMBER give them scope Brave North will never grudge them ROPE Then to conclude we 'll crown the Bowl With a Health to thâ— K. and each Loyal Soul London's Joy and Triumph on the Instalment of Sir William Pritchard L. Mayor for the ensuing year Tune Tangier March 1. LEt the Whigs revile The Tories Smile That their business is Compleated Let all Rejoyce With Heart and Voice That the Whig's at last defeated The Whigs for Loyalty so Fam'd With all their Hopes are Undone Since now brave Pritchard is Proclaim'd The Loyal Mayor of London 2. You Polish Brace Whose Brazen Face To the Chair wou'd be Aspiring See the Rabble Crowd Who Poll'd so Loud Are bawk'd beyond Admiring Learn in time to mitigate Your bold Tumultuous Fury Er'e you shall find you trust too late To Ignoramus Jury 3. Let Player Tom Receive the Doom So long due for his Cheating Who did purloyn The City Coyn To keep up Holy Meeting To Rob the Orphan and the Poor His great Discharge of Trust is And run upon the Widdows Score To do the City Justice 4. Let Ward Repent And Jenks Relent Their Practice so malitious Let Hobland rue With all the Crew That they were so Officious Such Jews as these who did deny Their Saviour for a Tester No doubt again wou'd Crucify Their Sovereign Lord and Master 5. For North and Rich And every such They set up a Papillion ' Gainst Pritchard hold With Cornish Gold With Ryot and Rebellion To love the King can you pretend Who Royalists deny all And with such Vigour dare contend Against the Man that 's Loyal 6. For shame in time Repent your Crime Your Ryot and Commotion And to the Mayor Who kept the Chair Pay all your just Devotion Such was their Loyalty of late To give the King no Money But freely throw away their Plate To joyn with Rebel Tony. 7. Thus you before Did run on score With Royal Charles your Master Like Drunk or mad Spent all you had To uphold a bold Imposture Let not Knaves again betray And rob you of your Reason Then leave your Factious Heads to pay The forfeit of your Treason 8. With all your heat What did you get With all your din and quarter But to involve With each Resolve The more entangled Charter To Charles your just Allegiance give Your Properties then plead em Defending the Prerogative You best protect your Freedom Ryot upon Ryot or a SONG upon the Arresting the Loyal Lord Mayor and Sheriffs Tune Burton Hall 1. ROwze up Great Monarch In the Royal Cause The Great Defender Of our Faith and
Now we have founded The bottom which confounded Our Plotting Parliament of late Who had our King surrounded Hamden and others And Trenchard were Brothers Who were to kill the King and Duke And hang us for their Murthers No Shamming nor Flamming c. 5. Surprising the Tower And Court in an Hour And enter in at the Traytors Gate But was not in their Power Our Guards now are Doubled E're long they will be Trebled The Harmony of Gun and Drum Makes Guilty Conscience Troubled No Shamming nor Flamming c. 6. If Grey is Retaken The Root o' th' Plot is shaken Russel lately lost his Head The Bleeding Cause to Waken M h in Town still With Armstrong his Council The Lady G y may find him out Under some Smock or Gown still No Shamming nor Flamming c. 7. Give 'em no Quarter They Aim at Crown and Garter They 're of that Bloody Regiment That made their King a Martyr Leave none to breed on They 'd make us to bleed on They are the bloody'st Caniballs That ever men did Read on No Shamming nor Flamming No Ramming nor Damming No Ignoramus Jury's now For Whiggs bâ—t onlâ— Hanging State and Ambition A New SONG at the Dukes Theatre STate and Ambition alas will deceive ye there 's no solid joy but the Blessing of Love Scorn does of pleasure fair Silvia bereave ye your fame is not perfect till that you remove Monarch's that sway the vast Globe in their glory now Love is their brightest jewel of Power Poor Strephon's heart was ordain'd to adore ye ah then disdain his Passion no more 2. Jove in his Throne was the Victim of Beauty his thunder laid by he from Heaven came down Shap'd like a Swan to fair Leda paid duty and priz'd her far more than his Heavenly Crown She too was pleas'd with her Beautiful Lover she strok'd his fair Plumes and feasted her Eye And he too in loving knew well how to move her by Billing begins the business of Joy 3. Since Divine Powers examples have given If we do not follow their precepts we sin Sure 't will appear an affront to their Heaven If when the Gates open we enter not in Beauty my dearest was from the beginning ordained to cool Mans amorous rage And she that against that decree will be sinning in Spring she will find the Winter of Age. 4. Think on the pleasure while Love 's in its glory let not your scorn Loves great Altar disgrace The time may come when no Swain will adore ye or smooth the least wrinkle age lays on your face Then hast to enjoyment whilst love is fresh blooming and in thy height and vigour of day Each minute we lose our pleasure 's consuming and seven years to come will not one past repay 5. Think my dear Silvia the Heavenly blessing of loving in Youth is the Crown of our days Short are the hours where Love is possessing but tedious the minuits when crost with delays Love 's the soft Anvil where Nature's agreeing all mankind are form'd and by it they move 'T is thence my dear Silvia and I have our being the Caesar and Swain spring from Almighty Love 6. I see my dear Silvia at last has consented that blush in your Cheek does plainly appear And nought but delay shall be ever repented so faithful I 'll prove and so true to my Dear Then Hymen prepare and light all thy Torches perfume thy head Altar and strew all the way By little degrees Love makes his approaches but Revels at night for the loss of the day Pluto the Prince of Darkness his Entertainment of Collonel Algernoon Sidney upon his Arrival at the Infernal Palace Tune Hail to Mirtle Shade Pluto Room for great Algernoon You Furies that stand in his â—ay Let an Officer to me come who serv'd me every day Promoting Sedition and Evil To alter the Church and State He deserves an Imployment in Hell He has done great service of late Pluto He 's one of the Damn'd old Crew Who Voted the Death of the King At Oxford again he did sue To be at the self-same thing All Mischiefs on Earth he devis'd All hazards he also did run To render my Name solemniz'd With the Rabble of London Town Pluto To Monarchy he was a Foe Religion he always disdain'd ' Gainst Government and Laws too Damn'd Anarchy he maintain'd I 'll give Thee Preferment here Since England has banisht thee thence Brave Sidney thou need'st not fear Thou shalt have great recompence Shaftsbury Now Monarchy has prevail'd Our Fanatick Plots to defeat On whom is the Cause entail'd who 'l stand it in spight of Fate We that maintain'd it so long From Justice were forced to flye If you then had come along You needed not there to die Essex The Factious are quite undone For loss of the Fanatick Peers Now Shaftsbury and I are gone Poor Oates has lost his Ears For M h our Shams and Intrigues To th' World has plainly declar'd And H d our solemn Leagues In the Plot a long time prepar'd Russel I 'm glad you are safe arriv'd Tho' I doubt you met Jack by the way Now M h is reconcil'd What a plague is become of Gray Rebellion could ne'r disallow Conspiring against the Prince Though I by a Sham-dying Vow Did plead great Innocence The Kings Health set to Farrinel's Grounds In six PARTS First Strain JOy to Great Caesar Long Life Love and Pleasure 'T is a Health that Divine is Fill the Bowl high as mine is Let none fear a Feaver But take it off thus Boys Let the King leave for ever 'T is no matter for us Boys Second Strain TRy all the Loyal Defy all Give denial Sure none thinks his Glass too big here Nor any Prig here Or Sneaking Whig here Of Cripple Tony's Crew That now looks blew His Heart Akes too The Tap wo'nt do His Zeal so true And Projects new Ill Fate does now pursue Third Strain LEt Tories Guard the King Let Whigs in Halters swing Let Pilk and Shute be sham'd Let Bugg'ring Oates be damnâ—d Let Cheating Player be nick'd The Turn-coat Scribe be kick'd Let Rebel City Don 's Never beget their Sons Let ev'ry Whiggish Peer That Rapes a Lady fair And leaves his only Dear The Sheets to gnaw and tear Be punish'd out of Hand And forc'd to pawn his Land T' attone the grand Affair Fourth Strain GReat Charles like Jehovah spares those would un-King him And warms with His Graces the Vipers that sting Him 'Till Crown'd with just Anger the Rebels he seizes Thus Heaven can Thunder when ever it pleases Jigg THen to the Duke fill fill up the Glass The Son of our Martyr belov'd of the King Envy'd and Lov'd Yet Bless'd from above Secur'd by an Angel safe under his Wing Sixth Strain FAction and Folly And State Melancholly With â—ony in Whigland for ever shall dwell Let Wit Wine and Beauty Then teach us our Duty For none e're can Love or be Wise and Rebel A New
Heart The Habeas Corpus Act is past And so far we are safe He can't Imprison us so fast But strait we have Relief He can't deny us ought we ask In so much need he stands And before that we do Money give We 'll tye up both his Hands The Presidents of Forty One Which were till Forty Eight Now our Presidents are grown For why they had their weight So weighty were they they cut off Our Royal Monarch's Head The self same Reason bids us now To act the self same deed And when we have a Martyr made Of another Gracious King Then all the â—aiterous Plots we 've laid We to perfection bring And to protect our Wicked Deeds Religion shall go down Weâ—ll â—out out all the Royal Seed Pretenders to the â—roâ—n Thus having Monarchy destroy'd We 'll govern by Free-will The Light of the Spirit shall be our guide Then what man can do ill Religion is the surest cloak To hide our Treachery The Rabble we 'll confine to th' yoak Pretending to set Free Therefore my Country men trust not Where Religion 's the pretence For if you do you 'll find a Plot To destroy your Innocence For those who lead you to Rebel You 'll find i' th' close to be Pure Instruments were sent from Hell To foment Treachery The Downfall of the Good Old Cause Tune Hey Boys up go We. NOw the bad Old Cause is Tapt And the Vessel standeth stoop'd The Cooper may starve for want of work For the Cask shall never be hoopâ—d We will burn the Association The Covenant and Vow The publick Cheat of the Nation Anthony now now now No Fanatick shall bear the sway In Court City or Town Three good Kingdoms to Betray And cry the Right Line down Let them cry They love the King Yet if they hate his Brother Remember Charles they Murdered And so they would the other Weavers and such like Fellows In Pulpit daily Pret Like the Covenanters Against the Church and State Yet they cry They love the King But their Business will discover Charles the first they Murdered And so they would the tother Where these Fellows go to Drink In City or in Town They Villify the Bishops And they cry the Stewarts down Still they cry They love the King But their Business I 'll discover Charles the first they Murdered And so they would the tother When the King wanted Money Poor Yangier to Relieve They cryed down his Revenue Not a Penny they would give Still they cry'd They love the King But their Business I 'll discover Charles the first they Murdered And so they would the tother The Noble Marquess of Worcester And many such Brave Lord By the King-killing Crew They daily are Abhor'd And call'd Evil Councelloâ—s When the Truth they did discover And Charles the first they Murdered And so they would the tother The Papists they would kill the King But the Fanaticks did Their Perjuries and Treacheries Are not to be parallel'd Let them cry They love the King Their Faults I will discover Charles the first they Murdered And so they would the tother Charles the 2 d. stands on his Guard Like a good Politick King The Fanaticks ought to be abhor'd For all their Flattering Let them cry They love the King Their Tricks I will discover Charles the first they Murdered And so they will the tother Now let all good Subjects be That bear a Loyal heart Stand fast for the King And each man Act his part And to support his Sovereign Religion and the Laws That formerly were establish'd And down with the Cursed Cause Jack Keâ—ch's new SONG or a Warning to Conspirators Tune 1. I Hang and Behead Until you be Dead O Dire Raw Head Bloody Bones Fling Members and Stones In the Fire 2. Is 't not better be merry With Claret and Sherry 'T is Reason Then to have your Soul Let out at your Poll For Treason 3. Your Brains for to puzle Like Walcot and Russel Conspiring 'T is better be Swilling Then Plund'ring and Killing And Firing 4. 'T is better to save One's Neck and be brave Or be Sotting Then have a Chop with a Hatchet Or a Halter to stretch it For Plotting 5. The Drunk and the Brave Nor Traytor nor Knave Can be ever Their Deaths he defyes But at Tilting he dies Or a Feavor 6. To be Traytor proclaim'd Describ'd and be Nam'd And Money This 't is to be Cullies To the Vilest of Bullies Old Tony. 7 To be frighted each Hour With Newgate or Tower And Trying Conviction and Sentence At Tyburn Repentance And Dying 8 Then leave Plotting and Treason To the void of all Reason And Sense Your Pardon Jack cries 'T is the Whigs I advise No Offence A SONG of the Light of the Nation turn'd into Darkness Tune called Cavalilly-man COme all you Caballers and Parliament Votes That stickl'd for hanging cutting of throats Lament the misfortune of perjur'd Otes Who first must be Pillor'd and after be Hang'd What Devil suspected this 5 years agon When I was in hopes to hang up half the Town I Swore against Miler and Cursed the Crown But now must be Pillor'd and after be Hangâ—d I curs'd the Bishops and hang'd up the Priests I swore my self Doctor yet never could Preach But a Cant full of Blaspemy's all I could reach I first must be Pillor'd and after be Hang'd Now Otes is i' th' Cupboard Manger with Colt The Caldron may boyl me for fear I should molt Here I 've ne'r a Bum for a Wheel-barrow jolt Yet now must be Pillor'd and after be Hang'd My thousand Commissions and Spanish Black-Blls Invisible Armies lodg'd upon Hills Such old perjur'd Nonsence my Narrative fills That I now must be Pillorâ—d and after be Hang'd My twelve Pounds a Week I want to support For stinking i' ch' City and fouling the Court Like the Devil in Dungeon I 'm now hamper'd for t A first must be Pillorâ—d and after be Hang'd They Hang us in order the Devil knows how 'Zounds all that eâ—e put â—ne paw to the Plow I ne'r fear'd the Devil would fail me till now That I first must be Pillor'd and after be Hang'd For calling the Duke a Papist and Traytor I often have call'd the King little better I 'm fast by the heels like a Beast in a Fetter I first must be Pillor'd and after be Hang'd I swore that the Queen would Poyson the King That Wakeman had Moneys the Poyson to bring When I knew in my heart there was no such thing I now must be Pillor'd and after be Hang'd I 'm Resolv'd to be Hang'd dead drunk like Hugh Peter If I can but have my Skin stuft with good Liquor Then I shall limp to old Tapskie much quicker But I first must be Pillorâ—d and after be hang'd A new SGNG. To the Tune of Young Jemmy 1. 'T Was a foolish fancy Jemmy To put your Trust in Tony He dipt ye all in Treason Then humbly Dy'd in Season When his Spiggot
the Name of good King James Of Albany c. 3. Our Princes and our Nobles all Do not our Loyalty Disgrace Nor no enormity at all Nor Bastardize the Royal Race Of Albany c. 4. Let Hagar and her Birth be gone Her Bottle on her Shoulder be For Sarah said unto her Son He shall not be an Heir with thee An Heir with thee an Heir with thee He shall no be an Heir with thee For Sarah said unto her Son He shall be an Heir with thee 5. Put all these Fancies quite away And press down that Egyptian pride Before he wants a Seigniory We 'll place him King on Yarrow side On Yarrow side on Yarrow side We 'll place him King on Yarrow side Before he wants a Seigniory We 'll place him King on Yarrow side 6. I know not why he should be King Unless for Mustering of the Whiggs No wonder though they act the thing He spar'd them well at Bothwell-Brigs On Yarrow side c. 6. So Nobly he did act his part By sparing these Rebellious Clowns That he came down and let a Fart And so march'd back with his Dragoons With his Dragoons with his Dragoons And so march'd back with his Dragoons That he came down and let a Fart And so march'd back with his Dragoons The Whiggs Disappointment upon their intended Feast Tune Cook Lawrel 1. HAve you heard of a Festival Convent of late Compos'd of a pack of Notorious Dissenters Appointed by Tickets in Whigland to meet To Sign and to Seal Covenanted Indentures 2. The day was appoited and all things prepar'd In order thereto by the Sages o' th' Nation And a Reverend Sermon was there to be heard T'exhort 'em to th' Oath of Association 3. All sorts of Trades-men were bid to be there The Lords Abhorrers and Commoners too But the Cooper 'fore all was to take the Chair To set forth the matter as well he knew how 4 The Godly Gown-man all Chain'd and Fur'd Two Shrieves the Deel knows what of the Rable Invited on purpose and set on and Spurr'd To make a Confusion worse than old Babel 5. The chief of the Feast was a Fop and a Mouth Buy'd up by the City Cooper and Player Whose Name they 'd extended from North to South By th' trick of a Black-Box to make him an Heir 6. For down into Durham an Envoy was sent Amongst the Chief the Northern Clergies To find out a Writing to that very intent Who had thirty good Guineys to bear his Charges 7. The Reverend Titus was Chaplain to th' Feast Brim-full of Plots with Oaths to maintain them The Deel could afford them no such Guest ' Mongst all his damn'd Crew to entertain them 8. Next in came Janway Curtis Vile and Care With his Packets of Lies thrust under his Aâ—m Then Don Dangerâ—eldo more subtile by far Then poor Mother Cellier that acted no harm 9. All sorts of Informers were bid to be there And the damn'd Ignoramus â—urors too To participate of this Festival Cheer By way of Thanksgiving for what they did do 10. Some hundreds more were to be at the Feast And all things thereunto were fitted But in steps an Order which forestall'd the Guests Disbanding the Cooks e're the meat was half spitted 11. Tag Rag and Long-tail were all to come in To sit at this King of Polands Table The Feast I conceive else was not worth a Pin Without the consent of an Insolent Rable 12. What Pining and Fretting and Fuming was there When all the good Creatures were laid aside 'T would make a Saint both to stamp and stare To see such a Zealous Assembly decryâ—d 13. Here now the Nation was thus settled And all things be brought to a better Cue Here a new Government was to be settled And the Deel knows what besides they would do 14. Some think it was like to the Oxford stroke Which was well being given in Season And some think they 're under a burthensâ—m yoak ' Cause they may not Assemble for sedition 〈◊〉 treason 15. Some hold it not prudently Acted at all To check an Assembly of so great an Intention Who study'd and aim'd at the Tory's down-fall In raising the Whigs by a new Invention 16. Some say they were nettled and galled within To see our great York embrac'd by the City If that be the Cause on 't we care not a Pin Let them hang up each other and so ends my Dity The West-Country-man's SONG at a Wedding 1. UDs hearty Wounds I 'se not to Plowing not I Sir Because I hear there 's such brave doings hard by Sir Thomas the Minstrel he 's gone twinkling before Sir And they talk there will be two or three more Sir Who the Rat can mind either Byard or Ball Sir Or any thing at all Sir For thinking of Drinking i' th' Hall Sir E'gad not I let Master fret it and storm it I am resolv'd I 'm sure there can be no harm in 't Who would lose the zight of the Lasses Pages And pretty little Sue so true when she ever engages E'gad not I I 'd rather lose all my Wages 2. There 's my Lord has got the curiourest Daughter Look but on her and she 'll make the Chops on the water This is the day the Ladies are all about her Zome to Veed her zome to Dress her clout her Ods bud she 's grown the veatest the neatest the sweetest The pretty'st little Rogue and all men do say the discreetest There 's ne'r a Girl that wears a Head in the Nation But must give place since Mrs. Betty's Creation She 's zo good zo witty zo pretty to please ye Zo charitably kind zo courteous loving easie That I 'se be bound to make a Maid of my Mother If London Town can e're send down such another 3. Next my Lady in all her Gallant Apparel I 'ze not forget the thundring thumping Barrel There 's such drink the strongest head can't bear it 'T will make a Vool of Zack or Whit-wine or Claret And zuch plenty that 20 or 30 good Vellows May tipple off their Cups until they lie down on their Pillows Then hit off thy Vrock and don't stand scratching thy Head so For thither I 'll go Ods Wunds because I've zed so The Dyet of Cowley NOw by my Love the greatest Oath that is None loves you half so well as I I do not ask your Love for this Buâ— for Heaven's believe me or I die No servant e're but did deserve His Master should believe that he does serve And I 'll ask no more Wages though I starve 2. 'T is no Luxuriâ—u Diet this and sure I can't by 't too lusty prove Yet shall it willingly endure Iâ—â— can but keep together Life and Love Being your Prisoner and your Slave I do not Feasts or Banquets love to have A little Bread and Water 's all I crave 3. On a sigh of pity I a year can live One Tear will keep me 20 at