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A52983 A New song between Whig and Tory to the tune, Some say the papists had a plot. 1683 (1683) Wing N757; ESTC R31082 717 1

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A NEW SONG Between Whig and Tory. To the Tune Some say the Papists had a Plot. Tory. I. WHat Chear poor foul mouth'd Whig what Chear Come rouse thy Snivelling Cant What quite Crest faln within this Year Are Sham-plots grown so Scant Thy whining fleers foretells thy Fate Thy Splaymouth'd Chaps Devine Jack Catch has Squared out thy Date And Tyborne for thy Shrine Whig II. Undone Condem'd and Dam'd and all Too late now to Rebel The Sport 's all spoil'd since Dagon's Fall His Tap's consum'd in Hell Our new Cabals and Polish Kings Of Select Knaves and Fools Our Intrigues to Destruction brings With our Fanatick Souls Whig III. Aresting the Kings Magistrates Expos'd our Great Designs The Nation knows the Rabble waits On Rebels at such times The City Charter void of Cure We 're stript of all our hopes Of making Kings by Broom-staff Power And every Year New Popes Tory. IV. Faith Whig joyn all the Knights o' th Post And to your Martyrs Pray That they 'l bring Hell and all its Host For to regain the Day Judg Bradshaw Hewson Colledge bold Fitz-Harris and such Saints Since you with such Infernals hold They may repair your wants Whig V. Let Fiends and Furies take their course By Hobbs I dare not pray For when I think on God by force More Sacred Souls than they Blood Spangled Ghosts of Innocents Which fright me from their Sight And leaves me guilty in a Trance Of the Eternal Night Tory. VI. Then please thy self with what is past When none durst call thee Knave That short Arst-Rump at Oxford last What Power to Rogues they gave The Sociations great Success ' Gainst York what Whelps appear'd The glorious drift of your Address from Cripl'd Tony's Beard Whig VII Confound all thoughts of Glories past We 'll still New Plots contrive Though M fields Letter flew too fast To let that Sham-Plot thrive In Mischeif we will still delight To plague the Peace and Crown Imbracing all things but the Right Till Vengeance press us down LONDON Printed for J. Dean 1683.