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
she can take His word no more Three Hundred Pounds Is such a heavy yoak Which not being pay'd The worn out Bawd is broak These are the Instruments By Heaven sent These are the Saints Petition For a Parliament That would for Interest sake Destroy the Monarchy Oh! London London Where 's thy Loyalty 6 Heaven Bless Fair England And i'ts Monarch here In Scotland Bless your High Commissioner Let Perkin his ungracious Error see And Tony scape no more The Triple Tree Then Peace and plenty Shall our joyes restore Villains and Factions Shall oppress the Town no more But every Loyal Subject Then shall happy be Nor need we care For Londons Loyalty The Loyal Health A Court Song to a Delicate new Tune 1. SInce Plotting's a Trade Like the rest of the Nation Let 'em Lie and Swear on To keep up the Vocation Let Tinkers and Weavers And Joyners agree To find work for the Cooper They 'l have none of me Let Politick Shams In the States-men abound While we quaff off our Bumpers And set the Glass round The jolly true Toper's The best Subject still Who drinks off his Liquor And thinks no more ill 2. Then let us stand to 't And like honest Men fall Who love King and Country Duke Dutchess and all Not such as wou'd blow up The Nation by stealth And out of the flame Raise a new Commonwealth Not such who against Church And Bishops do rage To advance old Jack Presbyter on the new Stage But to all honest Tories who 'l fight for their King And to Crown the brave work With the Court wee 'l begin 3. Here 's a Health to the King And his Lawful Successors To honest Tantivies And Loyal Addressors But a pox take all those That promoted Petitions To Poyson the Nation And stir up Seditions Here 's a Health to the Queen And her Ladies of Honour And a pox take all those that put Sham plots upon her Here 's a Health to the Duke And the Senate of Scotland And to all honest Men That from Bishops ne're got-Land 4 Here 's a Health to L'estrange And the boon Heraclitus And true Tory Thompson Who never did slight us And forgetting Broom Paulin And Alderman Wrightus With Tony and Bethel Ignoramus and Titus Here 's a Health to the Church And all those that are for it Confusion to Zealots And Whigs that abhor it May it ever be safe From the new mode Refiners And may Justice be done Upon Coopers and Joyners 5. Here 's a Health to old Hall Who our joys did restore And a pox take each popular Son of a Whore To the Spaniard and Dane The brave Russian and Moor Who come from far Nations Our King to adore To all that do Worship The God of the Vine And to old Jolly Bowman Who draws us good Wine And as for all Traytors Whether Baptist or Whig May they all trot to Tyburn To dance the old Jig 6 Here 's a Health to all those Who Love the King and his Laws And may they near Pledge it That Broach'd the Old Cause Here 's a Health to the State And a Plague on the Pack Of Commonwealth Canters And Presbyrer Jack To the uppermost pendent That ever did play On the highest Top-gallant o th' Soveraign o' th' Sea And he that denies To the Standard to lore May he sink in the Ocean And never Drink more The Loyal Scot an Excellent New Song To a New Scotch Tune 1. BRed of Gued I think the Nation 's maâ— And nene but Knaves and perjur'd Looâ— do rule the Rost And for an honest Kerl ne living's to be had Why sure the Deel is landed on the Englâ— Coast I ha' ne'r been here sin ' Forty Three And now thro' Scotland gang to'l see oâ— Gracious KING But wunds a Gued instead of Mirth anâ— Mery-glee I find and sâ—iv'ling Presbyter is coming in 2. For they talk of horrid Popish Plots and Heav'n knows what When au the wiser World knows well what they 'd be at For with sike like seeming Sanctity the geudest KING They did to Death and Ruine bring When on the Civil-broils they first did enter in As well ye ken with Popery they did begin And with Liberty and Publick Geud was muckle din When the Deel a bit they meant the Thing 3 That Machine of monstrous Policy I se mean old Shaftsbury for Loyalty so â—am'd The voice of all the Geudly Rabble Mobile The fausest Loon that ever Envy destin'd Damn'd Heav'n sure never meant so fou a thing But to inform the world where Villany did dwell And sike a Traytor beath to Commonwealth and KING The muckle Deel did surely never hatch in Hell 4. For like Roman Cataline to gain his Pious Ends He pimps for au the loose Rebellious Fops in Toon And with Treats and Treason daily crams his City Friends From the Linkâ—man to the Scarlet-Goon And with high Debauchery they carry on the CAUSE And Guedly Reformation is the Sham pretence And Religiously defie Divine and Humane Laws With Obedience to their Rightful Prince 5. Then as SPEAKER to this Grand Cabal Old Envy Tony seated at the head oâ—th ' Board His learn'd Oration for Rebellion makes to All Applauded and approv'd by ev'ry Factious LORD Cully JEMMY then they vote for KING Whom Curse confound for being sike a senseless Loon Can they who did their Lawful Lord to th' Scaffold bring Be just to Him that has no Title to a Croon 6. But they find he 's a Blockhead fitting for their Use A FOOL by Nature and a KNAVE by Custom grown A Gay Fop-Monarch that the Rabble may abuse And their bus'ness done will soon unthrone And Jemmy swears and vows 'gan he can get the Croon He by the Laws of Forty Ene will guided be And Prophane Lawn-sleeves and Surplices again must doon Then hey for and PRESBYTERY 7. B m a States-man would be thought And reason geud that he should bear that rev'rend Name Since he was ene of them that first began the PLOT How he the King might Banter and three Kingdoms Sham. Au the Male-Contents His Noble Grace To this Rehearsal did invite to hear and see But whilst He wittily contriv'd it but a Farce The busier Noddles turn'd it into Tragedy 8. And now each Actor does begin to play his part And too so well he cons his Geer and takes his Cue Till they learn to play the Rebel so by rote of heart That the fictitious Story seems most True And now without controll they apprehend and hang And with the Nation au is Gospel that they swear Then bonny Jockey prithee back to'l Scotland gang For a Loyal Lad's in danger here The State Empirick a New Song To the Tune of Which no body can deny 1. FRom over the Seas not long since there came A Doctor of most Notorious Fame If you please you may guess at his Vn-Christian name which no body can deny 2. This Doctor came hither to cure three Nations Who
John is a tall black Man 9. Now if it should please the Dr. to swear To keep his hand in a Man is a Bear Or the Dr. will swear his Soul to the Devil He wall do it for me I love to be Civil Every man in his way let the Dr. swear on But I beg his excuse in the size of Don John 10. The Dr. may swear the Crow to be white Or a Pigmey to be of Gygantick height Or double his numbers of Pilgrims and Bills And swear them drawn up in Lincolns-Inn-fields I hear 't and believ 't as much as I can That little Don John is a tall black Man 11. There 's no stopping the tide let the Dr. swear on The black is the fair or the fair the black Man Or swear what he will I care not a T I 'de as soon as his take another mans word So Dr. be damn'd and Swear all you can Don John is not tall nor yet a black Man A Tory in a Whig's Coat To the Tune of Vp with Aley c. 1. WHat still ye Whigs uneasie Will nothing coll your Brain Unless Great Charles to please-ye Will let ye drive his Wain Then up with Prance and Oats And up with Knaves a pair But down with him that Votes Against a Lawful Heir 2. Your Grievance is remov'd Old Staufford's made a Saint Though you but little prov'd The Karle away you sent Then up with all your spight And shevv us vvhat you mean I fear me by this Light Ye long to vent your Spleen 3. That Peerless House af Commons So zealous for the Lord Meant piously vvith some on 's To flesh the Godly Sword Then up vvith au the Leaven With each Dissenting Loon Then up with Bully Stephen But Colledge is gone doon 4. What wou'd those Loons have had What makes 'em still to mutter I think thy're au gone mad They keep so muckle clutter Then up with Pilk and Sute Another Blessed Pair And up with e'ry Brute But chiefly Goatham's Mayo 5. Our Salamancha-Priest Has left his Flock in hast And shrevvdly is he mist Which makes us all gast Then up vvith Lads of vvorth With Baldwin Vâ—le and Care For these must novv hold forth And Dick shall nose a Pray'r But is our Parson gone And whither gone I trow What back agen to Spain Gued Faith e'n let him go Then up with blundering S. The Tories Plague I trow 'T is he our Cause must bless With Characters and so 7. But scurvy Heraclitus And Roger too is rude And Nat who plagues poor Titus Which makes us chew the Cud Then up with Associations Remonstrances and Libels 'T is these must save Three Nations And will presreve our Bibles 8. The Popish Fox does seem To sleep his time away But his pernicious Dream Is only to Betray Then up with How the Mole And many more that be But up with Little Pole Upon the highest Tree 9. Hieraclitus is a Debtor To some within the City Who sent him sike a Letter He 'l pay them in a Ditty Then up with au Dissenters Up with 'em in a Cart And up with him that ventures His Majesty to thwart 10. But now Great YORK is come Whom Heaven still be with You 'll find both all and some 'T was ill to shew your Teeth Then up with eâ—ry Round-head And e'ry Factious Brother You 're Luck is now confounded Ye au must up together The Protestant FLAYL To the Tune of Lacy's Maggot Or The Hobby-Horse 1. LIsten a while and I 'l tell you a Tale Of a new Device of a Protestant Flayl With a Thump Thump Thump a Thump Thump a Thump Thump This FLAYL it was made of the finest vvood Well lin'd vvith Lead and notable good For splitting of Brains and shedding of bloud Of all that withstood With a Thump Thump c. 2. This Flayl vvas invented to thrash the Brain And leave behind not the vvait of a grain With a Thump c. At the handle-end there hung a Weight That carried vvith it unavoidable Fate To take the Monarch a rap in the Pate And govern the State With a Thump c. 3. It took its degree in Oxford-Town And with the Carpenter went down With a Thump c. If any durst his Might oppose He had you close in spight of your Nose To carry on clever the Good Old Cause And down with the Laws With a Thump c. 4 With this they threatned to fore-stall The Church and give the Bishops a Mawl With a Thump c. If King and Lords would not submit To the Joyner's will while the House did sit If this in the right place did hit The cause it would split With a Thump c. 5. Two handfuls of Death with a Thong hung fast By a Zealot who hang'd himself at last With a Thump c. With a moving head both stiff and stout Found by the Protestant Joyner out To have at the King the Laws t'other bout And turn them both out With a Thump c. 6. Invinsibly 't wou'd deal his Blovvs All to maintain the Good Old Cause With a Thump c Wou'd Liberty and Freedom bring To every thing except the King At Monarchy it had a fling And took its svving With a Thump c. 7. This Flayl vvas made of the Nevvest Fashion To heal the Breaches of the Nation With a Thump c. If Faction any difference bred Tâ—vvon'd split the Cause in the very Head Till Monarchy reel'd and Loyalty bled And vvere knock'd in the Head With a Thump c. 8. When any Strife vvas in the State This Flayl vvou'd end the vvhole Debate With a Thump c. ' Gainst Arbitrary Power of State And Popery vvhich the Zealots hate It vvou'd give them such a Rap on the Pate They must yield to their Fate With a Thump c. 9. It had a thousand Virtues more And had a Salve for every Sore With a Thump c. With this they thought to have maintain'd The Loyal Tribe and Royalists brain'd But the Joyner vvas hang'd and the Flayl vvas Arraignâ—d And the Conquest Regain'd With a Thump c. 10. May Tony and all our Enemies Meet vvith no better Fate then his With a Thump c. May Charles still live to Rule the State And York vvhom all Dissenters hate To be reveng'd upon their Pate By timely fate With a Thump Thump Thump a Thump Thump a Thump Thump IGNORAMUSâ—Justice To the Tune of Sir Egledemore 1. DId you not hear of a Peer that was Try'd With a fa la la la la. That looks like a Cask with a Tap in his side With a fa la la la la. This Noble Peer to the Bar was call'd The Witnessses sworn but the Fore-man out-baul'd With a fa la la la la. 2. Then up Sir Samuel did start With a fa la c. And found the Bill not worth a F With a fa la c. With that the Court kept such a stir The Fore-man should prove
SONG on the Instalment of Sir John Moor Lord Mayor of London Tune St. George for England YOu London Lads rejoyce And cast away your Care Since with one Heart and Voice Sir John is chosen Mayor The Famous Sir John Moore Lord Mayor of London Town To your eternal Praise Shall stand a Subject of Renown Amongst your Famous Worthies Who have been most esteem'd For Sir John Sir John Your Honour hath redeem'd Sir John He 's for the Kings Right Which Rebels would destroy Vive Vive Vive le Roy. When with a Hide-bound Mayor The Town was in Distraction Sir John leapt in the Chair And cur'd the Hall of Faction He to the People shew'd Their Duty and Allegiance How to the Sacred King and Laws They pay their due Obedience Sir George unto the People A Loyal Speech did give But Sir John Sir John Your Honour did retrieve Sir John is for Allegiance Which Rebels wouâ—d destroy Vive Vive Vive le Roy. When thou wast lost O London In Faction and Sedition By Whigs and Zealots undone While they were in Commission When Treason like old Nol's Brigade Did gallop through the Town And Loyalty a tir'd Jade â—ad cast her Rider down The Famous Sir George Jeffereys Your Charter did maintain But Sir John Sir John Restor'd your Fame again Sir John is for the Monarchy Which Rebels wou'd destroy Vive Vive Vive le Roy. When th' Mayor with Sheriffs mounted Sad Jalousies contriv'd And all the Town run after As if the Devil driv'd Then Famous Sir John Moore Thy Loyalty restor'd And Noble Sir George Jefferys Who did thy Acts record Sir George of all the Heroes Deserves the formost place But Sir John Sir John Hath got the Sword and Mace Sir John he is for Justice Which Rebels wou'd destroy Vive Vive Vive le Roy. Sir Patience would have the Court Submit unto the City Whitehall stoop to the Change And is not that a pity Sh. Bethel save Allegiance Thinks nothing a Transgression Sir Tom rails at the Lawful Prince Sir Bob at the â—uccession While still the brave Sir George Does their Fury interpose But Sir John Sir John Maintains the Royal Cause Sir John is for his Highness Whom Rebels wou'd destroy Vive Vive Vive le Roy. Sir Patience for a Parliament Sh Bethel a Petition Instead of an Address cram'd brimful of Sedition Sir Tom he he is for Liberty Against Prerogative Sir Bob is for the Subjects Right But will no Justice give And brave Sir George does All their Famous Deeds Record But Sir John Sir John Your Loyalty restor'd Sir John He 's for the Int'rest Which Rebels would destroy Vive Vive Vive le Roy. Sir Patience he calls for Justice And then the Wretch will sham us Shâ— Bethel he packs a Jury Well vers'd in Ignoramus Sir Tom wou'd hang the Tory And let the Whig go free Sir Bob wou'd have aâ— Commonwealth And cry down Monarchy While still the brave Sir George Does all their Deeds Record But Sir John Sir John Your Loyalty restor'd Sir John He is for Justice Which Rebels wou'd destroy Vive Vive Vive le Roy. And may such Loyal Mayors As honest Sheriffs find Such Sheriffs find a Jury Will to the King be kind And may the King live long To rule such People here And may he such a Lord Mayor find And Sheriffs every year That Traytors may receive The Justice of the Laws While Sir John Sir John Maintains the Royal Cause Sir John is for the King still Whom Rebels would destroy Vive Vive Vive le Roy. The Whig-Intelligencer or Sir Samuel in the Pound for publishing Scandalous and Seditious Letters for which he was Flu'd 10000 l. Tune Hark! the thundring Cannons roar 1. HArk the fatal day is come Fatal as the day of Doom For Sir Samuel there make room So fam'd for Ignoramus He whose Conscience cou'd allow Such large favours you know how If we do him Justice now The Brethren will not blame us 2. Stand to the Bar and now advance Morden Kendrick Otes and Prance But let the Foreman lead the Dance The rest in course will follow Tilden Kendrick next shall come And with him receive their Doom Ten thousand Pound at which round Sum The Hall set up a Halloo Brave Sir Barnard on now Who no Main would e'r allow To lose ten thousand at a throw Was pleas'd to all mens thinking Ten thousand pounds a dismal note Who before had givâ—n his Vote Not to give King a Groat To save the Throne from sinking 4. But yet there 's a Remedy Before the King shall get by me I 'll quit my darling Liberty Nor will I give Bail for 't For e're the Crown shall get a Groat In opposition to my Vote Iâ—ll give 'em leave to cut my Throat Altho' I lye in Goal for 't 5. Were 't for Mon h I 'de not grieve Oâ— Brave Russel to retrieve Or that Sidney yet might live Twice told I 'd not complain Sir Nay what 's more my whole Estate With my Bodkins Spoons and Plate So I might reduce the State To a Commonwealth again Sir 6. Or that Mon. were in Grace Or Sir Sam. in Jeffery's place To spit his Justice in the Face For acting Law and Reason Or that the Torys went to pot Or we could prove it a Sham Plot Or Essex did not cut his Throat Or Plotting were not Treason 7. Thus I 'd freely quit my Coyn But with Torys to combine Or keep the Heir in the right Line That Popery be in fashion To see the Holy Cause run down While Mighty York is next the Crown And Perkin's forc'd to flye the Town Oh vile Abomination 8. Sooner than â—bedience owe To their Arbitrary Law Or my Bail in danger draw For Breach of good Behaviour I with Bethel and the rest O' th' Birds in Cage will make my Nest And keep my Fine to Plot and Feast Till Mon be in Favour Oates Thrash'd in the Compter and Sack'd-up in Newgate Tune Hail to the Myrtle Shades c. 1. HAil to the Prince of the Plot All hail to the Knight of the Post Poor Titus 't is now thy Lot To pay for all the Rost From Wine and six Dishes a day Is sure a deplorable Fate To fall to the Basket and pray For an Alms through an Iron-grate 2. Titus who once was a Prince Now Titus a Captive in Gaol Titus who lov'd a Wench Or any thing wore a Tail Titus who made a full pass At a following Bum in the Room Is clapt up himself by th' Ar And cannot reverse his Doom 3. Did Titus swear true for the King And is the good Doctor forsworn Did Titus our Freedom bring And Otes in Newgate mourn Was Titus the Light of the Town The Saviour and Guardian proclaim'd And now the poor Doctor thrown To a Dungeon in Darkness damn'd 4. But now to declare the cause I 'll tell you as brief as I can The Doctor can't in the close Prove Titus an
1. DOwn Discoverers who so long have Plotted With Holy shams to gull the Nation Both Peer and Prelacy they useless Voted By the Old Babes of Reformation Property 's all their cry Rights and Freedom Laws and Religion they pull down With old Intestine Launce to bleed them From Lawn-Sleev'd Prelate to Purple Throne 2 Confound the Hypocrites Brumighams Royal Who think Allegiance a Trangression Since to oppose the King is counted Loyal And to rail high at the Succession Monarchy's Tyrany Justice is Cruel Loyalists Tories and Rory Knaves And Dagons Liberty's a Jewel That we again may be Brewers Slaves 3. Drink drink my Boys since Plotting is in Season And none Loyal call'd but busie Brats of Faction Rome Rome no more thy Holy Treason We have those at home of more divine extraction We have Peers and Parsons Smiths and Coopers too Carpenters and Joyners of the Reformation All your Brood of Cloister'd Jesuits out-do To reduce to Duty a divided Nation 4. Let Whigs and Zealots dable deep in Treason And suck from the Spiggot Heavenly Revelation We in the Glass will find more solid Reason And our hearts enflam'd with nobler Inquisition Let them boast of honest Brumighams and true And with those Compose the Kirk of Separation We have honest Tories Tom Dick and Hugh We 'll Drink on and do more Service for the Nation Fanatick Zeal or a Looking-glass for the Whiggs Tune A Swearing we will go c. 1. WHo wou'd not be a Tory When the Loyal are call'd so And a Whig is known To be the Nations mortal Foe So a Tory I will be will be will be And a Tory I will be 2. With little Band Precise Hair Presbyterian Cutt Whigg turns up Hands and Eyes Tho' Smoaking hot from Slut So a Tory I will be c. 3. Black Cap turn'd up with White With Woolfish-Neck and Face And Mouth with None-sense stuft Speaks Whigg a man of Grace And a Tory I will be c. 4. The Sisters go to Meetings To meet their Gallants there And oft mistake for my Lord And sâ—ivle out my Dear And a Tory I will be c. 5. Example we do own Then Precept better is For Creswel she was safe When she liv'd a Private Miss And a Tory I will be c. 6. The Whigs tho' ne'er so Proud Sometimes have been as low For there are some of Note Have hung a Raree-Show And a Tory I will be c. 7. These Mushrooms to have got for Their Champion turn coat Hick But if the Naked Truth were known They 'r assisted by Old Nâ—ck And a Tory I will be c. 8. To be and to be not At once is in their Power For when they 're in they 'r Guilty But clear when out o' th' Tower 9. To carry on their Designs Tho 't contradicts their Sense They 'll clear a Whiggish Traytor Against plain Evidence And a Tory I will be â—c 10. The old Proverb does tell us Each Dog will have his day And Pill has had his too For which he 'll soundly pay So a Tory I will be c. 11. For Bodkins and for Thimbles Now let your Tubsters Cant For your confounded tyr'd Cause â—ad never yet more want So a Tory I will be c 12. For Ignoramus Toney Has left you in the Lurch And you have spent your Money So faite e'enâ—come to Church So a Tory I will be c. 13 They are of no Religion Be it spoken to their Glories For St Peter and St. Paul With them both are Tories And a Tory I will be c. 14 They 're excellent Contrivers I wonder what they 're not For something they can make Of nothing and a Plot 15. But now your Holy Cheat Is known throughout the Nation And a Whigg is known to be A thing quite out of Fashion And a Tory I will be will be will be And a Tory I will be A new SONG on the Old Plot. Tune Tangier March 1. LEt the Whigs Repine and all Combine In a damnâ—d Association Let Tony Fret and Perkin Sweat That their Plot 's grown out of Fashion Since our Royal Jemmey's come again To spoil their Usurpation Rising like the splendid Sun To cheer the drooping Nation 2. You dull sham Prince whose Impudence To a Throne would be aspiring See the Rabble Crowd that made you proud Have ceas'd their loud admiring Curse in time those Rogues of State That taught you Rebel Notions And at the true Successors Feet Pay all your Just Devotions 3. Let Bully Tom receive his Doom So long since due in Reason For Murders then and now again For Mutiny and Treason To Kidnap Cully still has been His business of Importance And now poor Perkin has drawn in And Rook'd out of his Fortunes 4 In old Laws we find the Cockold's kind To those that do Cornute him Or why should Gray the Traytor play And to Perkin be supporting But the Coâ—comb fain would be A Wittal to a King too That his Bastards may again Rebel for some such thing too 5. But of all Fools a Pox on Tools That against all Law and Reason The Cause maintain without the Gain Or the Profit of the Treason What from Wit or Courage Hopes That Gaping Cully Brandon That does to Mungrel Perkin stoop And the Royal side Abandon 6. Fat Turnspit Franck with Wit so ranck Has some excuse for starting Whom we despise in time may rise To be Jester to King Perkin But for Essex S d Gray and K t Those Fools of Land and Money Why what the Deel was their intent To set up Rebel Tony. 7. The Polish Prince has some pretence To be Whigland Rabbles Hector And with Reasâ—n too may head the Crew And in time become Protector Since Ambition and Revenge Are motives very moving But a Plague on Fools that him do bring To Rogues must Rule above him 8. Oh! ye Tapland Crew that Treason brew And of Tony make an Idol And Perkin sham with King in Name The King of the Golden Medall Curse and Damn the Black-Cabal That Inspir'd your Rebel knowledge E're Billa vera find you all The Fate of Pious Colledge The Whigs Downfall Tune Hey Boys up go we NOw now the Antichristian Crew Shall all go down because Our Magistrates do well pursue And Execute the Laws Those Rascals who do always rail Against all Law with Spight Would make a Law against the Law Great York should loose his Right To perfect which they made their choice Of Parliaments of late Of Members that had nought but Voice And Megrims in their Pate Wi. Williams he the Speaker was And is 't not wondrous strange The Reasons plain he told it was Because they would not change He told you Truth nor think it strange He knew well their intent They never meant themselves to change But change the Government For now cry they the King 's so poor He dares not with us part And therefore we most Loyally Will break his Royal
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
least Fifty a gentle look will give An 100 one one kind word I 'll Feast A 1000 more added be If you an Inclination have for me And all beyond is vast Eternity A Prophetical Catch To the Tune Of the merry Christ-Church-Bells 1. OH the Plot Discoverers Oates Bedloe Dugdale Prance They are such Crafty Dogs That none but Scroggs Can feage them Cuningly cunningly 2. Oh! the cursed damn'd sham Plot Which some believe but more do not Because the Laws Have found such Flaws In them of all our Ills the Cause 3. Bedlow they say tother day at a Play For his Impudence was bang'd But the Plot will not E're be forgot Till Oates and all are hang'd The Couragious Loyallists Or A Health to the Royal Family Tune Burton-hall 1. DRown Melanchally in a Glass of Wine We will be jolly let the Miser pine Boys drink about we 'll make the Tavern roar When the Bumper's out we 'll call again for more It makes good Blood to run within our Veins It puts good reason also in our Brains He that will deny it hanged let him be Here 's to all the Royal Progeny 2. Boys we 'll be merry whatsoe'r ensue Drink Sack and Sherry till the Skie looks blew Let the Whiggs lament and whiningly complain We with one consent drink to the Royal Train Heavens bless Great Charles and the Duke of York All the Lords and Earls and every Royal Spark Down with every Factious shamming whining Crew Give them Rope and Hanging since it is their due 3. Drawer bring us Wine fill the other Bowl Let us lose no time for he 's an honest Soul That doth love his Prince and the ancient Laws He is a man of Sense he shall have our Applause As for mighty Charles his Renowned Name Let it be Recorded in the Books of Fame But he that will deny Allegiance to the King Hang him let him die and in a Halter swing 4. Brave Noble Sions be you stout and true Stand in Defiance of the Rabble Crew They that design'd our Laws to undermine We will make them flye like Chaff before the Wind Those that did consent yielding to allow Those that did invent the Association Vow To conceal their Treason hang 'um let them swing Here 's a Health to Charles the most Renowned King 5 Now sure the Whigs they will no more Rebel Old Cromwel's Piggs that suck'd up the swill Their hopes are drowned as we plainly see Some were counfounded in their Villainy Tommy he is fled Tony he is Dead Some of them were Hang'd others lost their Had Ketch in conclusion pay'd them their Arrears Since this Confusion how they hang their Ears 6. Then learn to bow and in Obedience stand To Caesar now the Glory of the Land None can convince for what I speak is true He is a Prince of love and pitty too Those that are Loyal they are perfect free There 's no denyal of their Liberty Then true hearts be merry make the Tavern ring Fling up your Caps and cry God Save the KING A new SONG to an Old Tune Tom of Bedlam MAke room for an Honest Red-Coat And that you 'll say's a wonder The Gun and the Blade Are his Tools and his Trade Is for Pay to Kill and Plunder Then away with the Laws And the Good old Cause Ne'r talk o' th' Rump or the Charter 'T is the Cash does the Feat All the rest 's but a Cheat Without that there 's no Faith nor Quarter 'T is the mark of our Coin GOD WITH VS And the Grace of our Lord goes along with 't When the Georges are flown Then the Cause goes down For the Lord is departed from it Then away c. For Rome or for Geneva For the Table or the Altar This spawn of a Vote He cares not a Groat For the Pence he 's your Dog in a Halter Then away c. Tho' the Name of King or Bishop To Nostrils pure may be Loathsom Yet many there are That agree with the Mayor That their Lands are wondrous toothsom Then away c. When our Masters are Poor we leave 'em 'T is the Golden Calf we bow to We Kill and we slay Noâ— for Conscience but Pay Give us That we 'll fight for you too Then away c. 'T was that first turn'd the King out The Lords next then the Commons 'T was that kept up Noll Till the Devil fetch'd his Soul And then it set the Bum on 's Then away c. Drunken Dick was a Lame Protector And Fleetwood a Backslider These we serv'd as the rest But the City 's the Beast That will never cast her Rider Then away c. When the Mayor holds the Stirrop And the Shrieves cry God save your Honours Then 't is but a Jump And up goes the Rump That will spur to the Devil upon us Then away c. And now for a fling at your Thimbles Your Bodkins Kings and Whistles In truck for your Toyes We 'll sit you with Boys 'T is the Doctrine of Hugh Peters Then away c. When your Plate is gone and your Jewels You must be next intreated To part with your Bags And strip you to Rags And yet not think y' are cheated Then away c. The truth is the Town deserves it 'T is a Brainless Heartless Monsier As a Club they may Bawl Or Declare at their Hall And yet aâ— push not one stir Then away c. Sir Arthur vow'd hâ—'ll treat 'em Far worse than the men of Chester Heâ—s Bold now they 're Cow'd But he was nothing so Lowd When he lay in the ditch at Lester Then away c. The Lord haâ—h left John Lambert And the Spirit Feak's Anointed But why oh Lord Hast thou sheatâ—ed thy Sword Lo thy Saints are disappointed Then away c. Tho' Sir Henry be departed Sir John makes good the place now And to help out the work Of the Glorious Kirk Our Brethren march apace too Then away c. While Divines and States men wrangle Let the Rump-ridden Nation bite on 't There are none but we That are sure to go free For the Souldies's still in the right on 't Then away c. If our Masters w'ont supply us With Money Food and Clothing Let the State look to 't We 'll find one that will do 't Let him Live we 'll not damn for nothing Then away with the Laws And the Good old Cause N'er talk o' the Rump or the Charter 'T is the Cash does the feat All the rest 's but a Cheat Without That there 's no Faith nor Quarter Oates well Thrash'd being a Dialogue between a Country Farmer and his man Jack Tune Which no body can deny Repeat the burden twice Jack OUr Oates last week not worth a Groat Have Sir which all do wonder at Abomination thriv'd of late Which no Body can deny Sir Master Be all the Tribe of Oates Accurs'd And the Old Dotard too that first The Brat within his Hedges nurst And
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
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
Laws Now now or never Crush the Serpent's Head Or else the Poyson Through the Land will spread The Noble Mayor And his two Loyal Sherieves Bearing the Sword 's assaulted By Usurping Thieves Who their Rebellious Ryots Would maintain by Law Oh! London London Where 's thy Justice now 2. Smite smite the Snakes Did first their Sting reveal Stabbing thy Royal Brother in the Heel And struck so many Loyal Martyr's dead Now in the Sun Flies boldly at the Head Slaves that resist All Power but their own He that would usurp the Chair Would next usurp the Throne Who neither Royal Heir Nor Loyal Mayors allow Oh! London London Where 's thy Charter now 3. London of Faction's The eternal Spring Yet so much favour'd By a Gracious King Who does such Deeds That have no parallel Only to teach Thy Children to Rebel This will record thee In the Books of Fame This bold Attempt no Law Nor Precedent can claim Blood and the Crown Papillion And Dubois out-do Oh! London London Where 's thy Charter now 4. Was this the way Your Ryots to repair In spight oâ—th Charter To Arrest the Mayor And gainst the Sh'riffs Your sham Actions bring ' Cause justly chosen And approv'd by th' King What call you this but Treason Whilst the Fool That did Arrest the Mayor Expects himself to Rule And save his own no other Power would allow Oh! London London Where 's thy Charter now 5. Hang up the Factious Heads That dare oppose The Sword of Justice And the Ancient Laws Who in his Office Dare Arrest the Mayor Disowns the Pow'r That plac'd Him in the Chair Tantara ra-ra Let the Trumpets sound Double all your Guards and let The Cent'nels stand their ground He that Arrests the Mayor Would bind the Monarch too Oh! London London Where 's thy Charter now London's Lamentation for the loss of their Charter Tune Packington's Pound 1. YOu Free-men and Masters and Prentices mourn For now You are left with your Charter forlorn Since London was London I dare boldly say For your Ryots you never so dearly did pay In Westminster-hall Your Dagon did fall That caus'd You to Ryot and Mutiny all Oh London Oh London thou 'dst better had none Than thus with thy Charter to vie with the Throne 2. Oh London Oh London how cou'dst Thou pretend Against thy Defender Thy Crimes to defend Thy Freedoms and Rights from kind Princes did spring And yet in contempt thou withstandest Thy King With bold brazen Face They pleaded Thy Case In hopes to the Charter the King wou'd give place Oh London thou 'dst better no Charter at all Than thus for Rebellion thy Charter shou'd fall 3. Since Britains to London came over to dwell You had an old Charter to buy and to sell And whilst in Allegiance each honest man lives Then you had a Charter for Lord Mayor and Sheriffs But when with Your Pride You began to backslide And London of Factions did run w'th ' Tide Then London Oh London 't is time to withdraw Lest the floud of Your Factions the Land over-flow 4. When Faction and fury of Rebels prevail'd When Coblers were Kings Monarchs were jayl'd When Masters in Tumults their Prentices led And the Tail did begin to make war with the Head When Thomas and Kate Did bring in their Plate T' uphold the Old Cause of the Rump of the State Then tell me Oh London I prethee now tell Hadst thou e'r a Charter to Fight and Rebel 5. When zealous Sham Sheriffs the City oppose In spight of the Charter the King and the â—aws And make such a Ryot and Rout in the Town That never before such a Racket was known When Ryoters dare Arrest the Lord May'r And force the King's Substitute out of the Chair Oh London whose Charter is now on the Lees Did Your Charter e'r warrant such actions as these 6. Alas for the Brethren what now must they do For choosing Whig-Sheriffs and Burgesses too The Charter with Patience is gone to the pot And the Doctor is lost in the depth of the Plot St. Stephen his Flayl No more will prevail Nor Sir Robert's Dagger the Charter to bail Oh London thou 'dst better have lain in the Fire Then thus thy old Charter shou'd stick in the Mire 7. But since with your Folly your Faction and Pride You sink with the Charter who strove with the Tide Let all the lost Rivers return to the Main From whence they descended They 'l spring out again Submit to the King In every thing Then of a New Charter New Sonnets we 'll sing As London the Phoenix of England ne'r dies So out of the Flames a new Charter will rise The Wine-Coopâ—rs Delight Tune of The Delights of the Bottle THe Delights of the Bottle are turn'd out of dores By Factious Fanatical sons of damn'd Whores French Wines Prohibition meant no other thing But to Poyson the Subject begger the King Good Nature 's suggested with Dregs like to choak her Of fulsom stum'd Wine by the cursed Wine Cooper Our plaguy Wine Cooper has tamper'd so much To find out the subtilty of the false Dutch He tinctures prickt White wine that never was good Till it mantles and sparkles looks like Bulls bloud But when it declines and its Spirits expire He adds more Ingredients and makes it look higher His old rotten Pipes where he keeps all his Trash For fear they should burst Sir he hoops them with Ash When the Sophistication begins for to froth And boils on the Fret Sir he wisely pulls forth A Tap which gives vent to the grounds of the Cause And then is to vamp up a second Red Nose Then this dingy Wine-Cooper stops it up again And keeps it unvented till 't is all on a flame The Intelligences then were invented to show Where Wine of strange Vertues in plenty did flow People from all parts of the Nation did come Both Lords Knights and Gentlemen Doctor Bum. The Cooper then pulls the Tap out of his side And drinks to the Elders of all the good Tribe But when they had gusâ—'d about all the Bowls They found a strange freedom it gave to their Souls Of secrets in Nature that never were known It gave Inspiration from Beggar to Throne For the Cooper himself full Brimmers did draw And all the whole Gang were oblig'd to do so Amongst these Gabals there was no such thing As a Health once propos'd to the D. or the King But drank to that Idol of Hopes in their Powers And Sons of most Infamous Hackney old Whores Then the Rable had notice from Smith and from Ben What a Heavenly Liquor was sent amongst men Both Tinkers and Coblers the Broom men and Sweep Before this Wine-Cooper in Flocks they did meet And each under-foot stampt his old greazy Bonnet To drink M th's Health Boys whate'r come on it The Cooper preceiving his Trade to approach He then was resolved once more to debauch To encourage the Rable and shew
we Our Zealous Covenanting Saints Associating Peers Each Heart for fear with Patience pants To lose more than his Fars Toney's dead and M s fled The Helm is turn'd a Lee The Plot the Nail is knock'd o' th' head And hey then up go we No longer may the Papists boast Their Bloody black Designs Old Rome thy Ancient Glory 's lost For all thy Learn'd Divines For Royal Murders Treasons base And marchless Trachery The Jesuits must now give place And hey Boys up go we 6. How well did we contrive the Plot And laid it at their Door For which old Stafford went to pot And many guiltless more But now the Tide is come about The Truth of all we see And when the Murder all is out Then hey Boys up go We. 7. Rumsey's Gold and Rumbold bold Conspire to kill the King And Pickering in fatal hold Must answer for the thing â—elthorâ— West and all the rest With Perkin may agree To be o' th' Tower not Throne possest Then hey Boys up go we 8. Our City Ryots and Country Routs That to Rebellion tend Our Races and our Hunting-bouts In Insurrections end The Rebel now is catch'd i' th' Snare â—e laid for Monarchy At last the Gallows claims its share Then hey Goys up go we The Conspiracy or the discovery of the Fanatick Plot. Tune Let Oliver now be forgotten c. 1. LEt Pickering now be forgotten Old Rumbold has wip'd off his scores Since Presbyter Jack went a Plotting The Jesuits turn'd out of Dores For Brewing swilling of Treason King-killing without reason Of all the Pack Noble or Peasant None can exceed old Presbyter Jack 2. First the hot Sectaries Voted 'T was Treason to Murther the King And next the bold Regicides Plotted To compass the very same Thing Their Votes and Arbitrary Power That sent the Lords to the Tower We now see plain Every hour They 'd the old Game play over again 3. Rumsey and Rumbold indented At Hodsdon their Ambush to bring But Heav'n and the Fire prevented And Providence guarded the King The Whigs the Treason propounded But when the Trumpet sounded For Cambridgeshire All were confounded Taken or fled both Peasant and Peer 4 Mâ—nmoâ—th for Wit who was able To make to a Crown a pretence The Head and the Hope of the Rabble A â—oyal and Politick Prince But now He 's gone into Holland To be a King of no-Land Or else must be Monarch of Poland Was ever Son so Loyal as He 5. Lord Gray and Armstrong the Bully That Prudent and Politick Knight Who made of His Grace such a Cully Together have taken their flight Is this your Races Horse-matches His Grace's swift Dispatches From Shire to Shire Under the Hatches Now above-Deck you dare not appear 6. Brave Russel and Sidney the Bully That stood for the holy Old Cause And Trenchard drawn in for a Cully In spight of Allegiance and Laws And Wildman too with his Cannon With Walcot Smith and Aaron With Mead and Bourn Every Man on To Tyburn goes the next in his Turn 7. Next Valiant and Noble Lord H d That formerly dealt in Lambs-wool And knows what it is to be Towerâ—d By Impeaching may fill the Jaylâ— full And next to him Cully Brandon The Wit and famous Hambden Must take his place Who did abandon All Loyalty Religion and Grace 8. Hone and Rowse the King and His Brother That they were to kill 'em confest And now they hang up one another Holms Blaney Lee Walcot and West May all such Traytors discarded To Tyburn be well guarded And ev'ry thing Be so rewarded That would oppose so Gracious a King RVSSEL's Farewel Tune Oh the merry Christ-Church Bells c. OH the mighty Innocence Of Russel Bedford's Son That dy'd for the Plot Whether Guilty or not By his last Equivocating Speech By the words of a dying man I here protest I know no Plot ' Gainst the Life of the King or Government Either by Action or Intent Fy fy fy fy fy fy my Lord What are you about to do To sink to Hell By th' sound of your Knell Both Soul and Body too Oh the shallow memory Of this blood-thirsty Lord T'deny and confess And all to express His guilty Insolence the more I at Mr. Shepherd's house Did hear some little slight discourse How easie 't was the Guards to seize Yet I am guiltless if you please No no no no no no my Lord Your Guilt 's too plainly seen And M th too With Shaftsbury's Crew To destroy both King and Queen 3 Next your Lordship does protest No man had ever yet That Impudence Against his Prince To your face to propose any foul Design Then you confess immediately At the House of Politick Shaftsbury You heard such words Were sharp as Swords The worst can be thought or English affords Which rais'd your Righteous Spirit to Exclaim against their sense Yet this you conceal'd And never reveal'd Till in your blind Defence 4. Poâ—ery your Lordship says Is Bloody and unjust What then you design'd With those you combin'd Was farce to jest our Lives away For when the Duke of Monmouth came T' acquaint your Honour of his Fear Of being undone by the heat of some Too violent for the bloody Cause Away you go to Shepherd â—s strait Where pernicious words were said In Passion all With Judgment small But consequence of Dread 5. From the time of choosing Sheriffs I did conclude the heat Would this produce That 's no excuse But just Confession of the Fact Presently your Lordship says For farther Confirmation still You are not surprizâ—d to find it fall On your Honour you deserv'd it all Immediately you would proclaim Aloud your Innocence Why your Lordship 's mad In a Cause so bad To put that Sham-pretence 6. O ye True blew Protestants Whose times are yet to come You see your Fate Early or late Follow you must 't is all your Doom Mâ—th Armstrong Ferguson Gray Goodenough the Under-Shrieve With all your Ignoramus Crew That Justice hate and Treason brew Scaffold Tyburn Halter Ax Those Instruments of Death As 't is your due May 't you pursue Till you resign your Breath Eustace Comines the Irish Evidence his Farewel to England Tune O hone O hone 1. BEe me Shoul and Shouluation O hone O hone I 'le go to mee own Nawtion O hone O hone Old Tony hence is fled And Russel lost his Head I starve for want of Bread O hone O hone 2. This Sawcy English Plot O hone O hone Did make Ours go to Pot O hone O hone What shall I do to go Let me shee O ho O ho Pox take me if I know O hone O hone 3. My sauce does red wid Shame O hone O hone That ever here I came O hone O hone Ten Twenty Curse upon Sham Justice Heddrington Who made me first leave Home O hone O hone 4. A Gra Eustace he did say O hone O hone You moyle for a Groat a day O hone O hone A Plot
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
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
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