dropt out The Plot came about Far beyond your Graces Reason 2. 'T were fit you 'd mind these matters And help your Brother Traytors You left your Friends together To shift for one another Who you well all know Were in Portingal-Row With a Lady and her Mother 3. When you went from Jerman-street Sir Your Friends you went to meet Sir Poor Betty was much griev'd Sir You could not be believ'd Sir Had she been in the way You had carry'd the day But alas you were deceive'd Sir 4. Franck N t 's wondrous hearty And Argues for the Party His parts are most inviting And lately shin'd in Writing And he hath in his Face As much Wir as you 've Grace Which to say the Truth is Biting 5. Thus Sir while you 're attended Your troubles will be ended Keep Franck still for your Writer And P y for your Fighter And to add to your sway Turn â— r away â—d make poor Ha t fright her 6. 〈◊〉 For s have a place too â—bout your mighty Grace too â—h ton hath great reason 〈◊〉 look out sharp in Season 〈◊〉 Gibbons his place 〈◊〉 a Nobler Race 〈◊〉 â—ake Sir R d M-n. 7. 〈◊〉 he hath more wit than any â—o turn and wind the Penny Hâ—l lye beyond all measure 〈◊〉 Pimping is his Pleasure Aâ— he 's for his part â—ore a Rogue in his Heart Tâ— Gray or Armstrong either 8. May Friends like these protect ye And only these respect ye May Halters Chains and Fetters Crown all Rebellious Traytors Then in a short space I 'll wait on your Grace With a List of all your Creatures Oates's Bug Bug Boarding-School at Camberwell Tune Lord Russel's Farewel ROwse Rowse my lazy Mirmidons And muster up our Tribe See how the Factious Fancies stand To trim or cross the Tyde Invite 'em to my Vaulting School The Saints for freedom tell How they may live without Controul With me at Camberwell There all Provision shall be made To entertain the best Old Mother Creswel of our Trade For to rub down our Guests Three hundred of the briskest Dames In Park or Field e're fell Whose Amâ—rous Eyes shall charm the flames O' th' Saints at Camberwell For my own spending I will keep Of Boys three hundred more They are to my Appetite more sweet Then Bawd or Bucksom Whore The Turks Seraglio we 'll revive He sinks so fast for Hell Our English Turks may Plot and thrive With me at Camberwell That Sacred place shall tempt his Grace Once more from Friends to fall He 'll leave these new-fond Sweets to trace Both Moor-Park and Whitehall For Gray and Tom â—t shall be their home To Kiss Secure and Dwell Where e'ry Lass shall hug his Grace â—n my sweet Camberwell â—ence shall from the Cock-loft creep â—nd here have free-Access 〈◊〉 â—ear and Drink to Whore and Sleep â—h Virtues we profess 〈◊〉 his Pots of Venison 〈◊〉 â—ook for Priests may sell â—ber-Necklaces make known 〈◊〉 Saints at Camberwell 〈◊〉 may meet his Mistress here â—times Sir Robert's Wife â—ree from care in joys may share â—ay prolong ones Life â—daring Gibbet 'fore my Gate 〈◊〉 tear him down to Rights 〈◊〉 â—se no Emblems of ill Fate â—ll fright our Amorous Nights Arâ— and Lob and Ferguson â—d all Absconding Saints Maâ—â—afely to their Saviour come â—d taste our sweet Content Ouâ—â—rgest Rooms to frisk and sport â—s round and Curtains drawn The Life and Scene of Venus Court Excelling Englands Throne All naked round the Room we 'll Dance Fine Limbs and Shapes to show In pairs by Candle-light advance In dazeling postures go Here every Man obtains his Choice Sister Madam or Nell We 'll have Papillion and Duboys To my sweet Camberwell The Royal Admiral an excellent new SONG on His Illustrious Highness the Duke of York His â—ing confirm'd High-Admiral of England 1. FAction and Folly alas will deceivâ— you The Loyal man still the best Subject dâ— â—ve Treason of Reason poor Whig will berea◠〈◊〉 You cannot be bless'd till this Curse yo◠〈◊〉 Charles our great Monarch when Heav'n diâ—â—tore With His Royal Brother safe on our Sâ— Him Ordain'd us that we next our King shouâ—â—re Then Johnson play the Apostate no moâ— â—im 2. Clayton may fret and bring Vows of Obedience To Ferguson Baxter to Curtis and Care Patience approach with pretended Allegiance To his Sov'reign Lord yet oppose the right Heir Can he pretend to be Honest or Loyal Nay though he late at Westminster swore And yet the next day will like Perkin deny all Whateâ—r he said or swore to before 3. Let Trenchard and Hambden stir up a Commotion Their Plotting and Voting will prosper no more Now Gallant Jemmy commands on the Ocean And mighty Charles keeps them in awe on the Shoar Let Lobb and Ferguson preach up Sedition At Coffee house Conventicle Cabal Now Jefferys is Justice and York in Commission Their Scandal and Plots shall pay for 'em all 4. Jemmy the Valiant the Champion Royal His own and the Monarchs Rivals withstood The bane and the terrour of all the Disloyal Who spilt the late Martyr's and sought for His Blood Jemmy who quell'd the proud Foe on the Ocean And reign'd the sole Conqueror over the Main To this brave Heroe let 's all pay Devotion Since He is Englands Admiral again 5. York our great Adm'ral the Oceans Defender The Joy of his Friends the Dread of His Foes The lawful Successor what Bastard-Pretender Whom Heav'n the true Heir has ordain'd dare â—ppose 〈◊〉 who taught the Scotch Rebels Allegiance And made the High Dutch his Standard to low'r In time will reduce the proud Cit to Obedience And make the false Whig fall down and adore 6. Let Bethel and Hambden lie shopt for their Treason And for the new Factions express their old Zeal Let false Sir Samuel rail on without reason And ev'ry night dream of a new Commonweal Plotters be brought with their Plots to confusion While Charles sways the Shoar and York the vast Main Till all are confounded who sought the Exclusion Then England will be old England again 7. Then to our Monarch let 's quaff off a Bumper And next to our Sov'reign the Prince of the Flood The Ax and the Gibbet crown ev'ry Rumper Who York in the lawful Succession withstood May Rumbold Gray Armstrong with Sidney be Sainted And Titusâ—s long Tongue so often forsworn May his short Neck stretch for 't when Oats is attainted And wish with the World he had never been born Loyalty respected and Faction confounded To a Pleasant New Tune 1. LEt Cannons roar from Sea to Shoar â—nd Trumpets sound Triumphantly We 'll fair in Wealth while we drink a Health To the High Born Prince of Albany Of Albany of Albany To the High Born Prince of Albany We 'll fair in Wealth while we drink a Health To the High Born Prince of Albany 2. He 's the Son of Scotlands womb Though his Nativity be Thames He 's of the Glorious Martyr Sprung And bears
2. A little Old Conjurer threw so much Brass And Pewter and Copper amongst the True Coyn That hardly a Peny of Money can pass But what is Clipt Plated or wash'd very fine But thine Boy and mine Bears the stamp of the King Then let 's have more Wine While good Money we bring John Thum is confounded That Brazen-fac'd Round-head Then let us be Loyal and True to our King 3. With such a Bold Impudent and Brazen-face They'd pass for true Mettle although but wash'd o'r The Kings Stamp Image they only disgrace As they did their Lord and Creators before But thine Boy and mine Bears the stamp of the King Then let 's have more Wine While good Money we bring For Care is Confounded That Scismatick Round-head Then let us be Loyal and True to our King 4. Yet what is most noted these Brimigham Elves To bear the true stamp are so brazen'd with Art That they wou'd have nothing to pass but themselves Although they 're but Copper and Gaul at the heart But thine Boy and mine Bears the stamp of the King Then let 's have more Wine While good Sterling we bring For Dick is confounded That Libelling Roundhead Then let us be Loyal and true to our King 5. They call themselves Loyal nay more love the King Yet Royalists Tory and Papist mis call And rail at all those who stand up for the thing With L'strange Heraclitus and Thompson all Gainst these the Slaves Their Libels they fling Yet they are the Knaves That do Libel the King But Langley's confounded That Pamphletting Roundhead Then let us be Loyal and true to our King 6. Thus Brimighams still the Stamp Royal rebukes With Brazen-fac'd Impudence guided so fine Who hates the King's Picture as well as the Dukes And loves it in nothing unless in his Coyn But let him still pass For a counterfeit thing About with the Glass And merrily sing For Ben is confounded That Cuckoldly Round-head Then let us be Loyal and true to our King To the King and the Queen fill it up to the Top. The D. the Dutchess whom Heav'n has restor'd And next Hans in Kelder the Royal Blew-Cap To all the true Issue and each Loyal Lord Crown every Glass Fill 'em up to the Brim About let 'em pass While we merrily sing For Baldwin's confounded That impudent Round-head Then let us be Loyal and true to our King 8. To brave Albemarle the next we 'l pursue With Worster and Clarendon Seymour and Hall To all to their King and their Country are true Who Loyalty love and confound the Caball If Monarchy shine And Bowman but bring Good store of brisk Wine We 'l make the Dog ring For Tony's confounded That Spiggoted Round-head Then let us be Loyal and true to our King The PLOT Cram'd into Jones Placket to the Tune of Jones Placket is torn c. 1. HAve you not lately heard of Lords sent to the Tower Who ' gainst the Popish Plotters seem'd men of chiefest power But now they 're got into the Plot and all their power 's in vain For the Plot is rent and torn and can never be mended again 'T is rent and torn and torn and rent and rent and torn in twain For the Plot is rent and torn and will never be mended again 2. Fitz-Harris they suppos'd a sitting Instrument The Duke the Queen and King himself to circumvent But now he 's hang'd and all his Gang will follow the same strain For the Plot is rent and torn and will never be mended again c. 3. The Joyner he did march to Oxford to be Try'd Where he did find a Jury who were not Whiggify'd And for his Joyning in the Plot a Halter he did gain For the Plot is rent and torn and will never be mended again c. 4. They say that Mr. Dugdale so honest and so true Is one of the Kingâ—s Evidence against this wicked Crew And now they aim him to defame but all will be in vain For the Plot is rent and torn and will never be mended again c. 5. The crafty Shaftsburyy is caught in his own Snare He has hired many Rogues themselves for to forswear Are now undone with Hetherington and all his hired Train For the Plot is rent and torn and will never be mended again c. 6. Thus Innocence we see begins for to appear Since Rogues for want of Pardons the Truth are fain to swear Had it been so some years ago we 'd hit on the right vein For the Plot is rent and torn and will never be mended again c. 7. The pious Commons Vote it was a Popish Plot Which Factious Lords promote 't was death to think it not Thus piously they all agree a Plot for to maintain But now ' â—is rent and torn and will never be mended again c. 8. Against the Lawful Heir full many a Bill they pass Upon the Royal Chair to place a gawdy Ass But they may ride to 'th Devil astride with Noll new Plots to feign For the Plot is rent and torn and will never he mended again c. 9. When they cou'd rail no more of pious Lords and Peers To set them as before together by the Ears To Shrives and Mayor they made this Prayer they wou'd the Plot maintain But now 't is rent and torn and will never be mended again c. 10. Brave Rich and Famous North whom Factions did oppose For Loyalty and Worth The Noble Mayor has chose Who hand in hand will faithful stand to Royal Charles's Reign For the Plot is rent and torn and will never be mended again 'T is rent and torn and torn and rent and rent and torn in twain For the Plot is rent and torn and will never be mended again The Happy return of the Old Dutch Miller To the Tune of the First 1. GOod People of England I hope you have had Experience of my Art in my Trade For I am the Miller that was here before That ground Women young of four or five Score Then make hast Customers bring in your Tribes I l'e quickly dispatch them without any Bribes For I am so Zealous for Whiglanders Crew I l'e cure their Distempers with one Turn or Two 2. And now for your comfort I am come again To cure the defection amongst all your Men Whether they be Factious Stupid or Lame Let 's see e're a Chymist that can do the same Then make hast Customers c. 3. If you have e're a City that 's troubl'd with Simples That 's over-rich grown and has Rebellious pimples I 'le strip it of all these defects in an hour And make it submit to the King or the Tower Then come away Customers c. 4. If any pretending Whigg Sheriffs yet dare In the year of his Office Arrest the Lord Mayor Let them come to my Mill if their Insolence must Be taken a Peg lower I 'l Grind them to Dust Then make hast Customers
Tryal Let the Coward Slaves flie all Leave Vengeance and Gibbets behind 'em Whilst the great Desperadoes All turn'd Renegadoes With their old Friends took napping In some Cole-hole at Wapping Shall Charles and His Justice find ' em 3. Let the malice of Fanatick Roundhead Hatch'd in Hell be still confounded The Royal Brothers no Storm e're sever But new Wonders deliver And their Heirs Reign for ever On Englands bright Throne sit till Times last Sand runs And stop their Glories Chariot with the Suns Then for Charles's second Restauration Snatch'd from the Jaws of the Imps of Damnation We with Feastings Revels will chear up our Souls For the safety of Caesar In Joy and in Pleasure Till our Hearts shall o're-flow like our Bowls For a Health to Great Charles let the Goblets be crown'd there The Huzza go round there To the Skies let it sound there Up to th' Throne of Great Charles's Protector Till the pleas'd Gods that see Boys Grow as Merry as we Boys Joyn their Spheres in the Chorus Make their whole Heav'ns out-roar us And pledge us in Bumpers of Nectar A Narrative of the Popish-Plot shewing the cunning contrivance thereof Tune Packington 's Pound The Contents of the First Part. How Sir Godfrey is kill'd his Body they hide Which brought out in Chair a Horseback does ride How Jesuits disguis'd our Houses to fire How subtly they Plot and the King's death conspire Of divers great Lords drawn in to their Bane An Irish Army and Pilgrims from Spain 1. GOod People I pray you give ear unto me A Story so strange you have never been told How the Jesuit Devil and Pope did agree Our State to destroy and Religion so old To murder our King A most horrible thing But first of Sir Godfrey his death I must sing For howe'r they disguiss't we plainly can see Who murdr'd that Knight no good Christian cou'd be The truth of my Story if any man doubt We have Witnesses ready to swear it all out 2. At Somerset house there is plain to be seen A Gate which will lead you into the back-Court This place for the Murder most sitting did seem For thither much People do freely resort His Body they toss'd From Pillar to â—ost And shifted so often t 'had like t' have been lost To which with dark-Lanthorn the Jesuits did go But no ways distrusted our honest Bedlow The truth of my Story c 3. Lest such close Contrivements at length might take air When as his dead Body corrupted did grow They quickly did find an invisible Chair And set him on Horse-back to ride at Sohoe His own Sword to th' Hilt To add to their Guilt They thrust through his Body but no blood was spilt T' have it thought he was kill'd by a Thief they did mean So they left all 's Money and made his Shoes clean The truth of my Story c. 4. To shew now th' excess of Jesuitical Rage They this Loyal City to ruine would bring ' Cause you Citizens are so religious and sage And ever much noted as true to your King T' your Houses they go With Fire and with Tow Then pilfer your Goods 't is well you ' scape so Y'have seen how they once set the Town all in flame Yet 't is their best Refuge if we believe Fame The Truth of my Story c. 5. By Bedlow's Narration is shewn you most clear How Jesuits disgussâ—d into Houses will creep In a Porter's or Carman's Frock they appear Nay will not disdain to cry Chimney sweep Or sell you Small Cole Then drop in some hole A Fire-Ball or thrust it up by a long Pole But I now must relate a more tragical thing How these Villains conspir'd to Murder our King The Truth of my Story c. 6. At the White-horse in April was their main Consulâ— Where a Writing these Plotters wickedly frame The Death of our Sovereign was the result To which at least Forty all signed their name They would not do that In the place where they sat Trusty Oates must convey't from this man to that To make sure work by Poyson the Deed must be done And by a long Dagger and shot from a Gun The truth of my Story c. 7. For fear at St. Omers their Oates might be miss'd They agreed with the Devil t' appear in his place In a Body of Air believe 't if you list Which lookt just like Oats mov'd with the same grace 'T cou'd Plot it cou'd Cant Turn eyes like a Saint And of our great Doctor no feature did want Thus hundreds might swear they saw Oates ev'ry day But true Oats was here and the Devil say they The truth of my Story c. 8. From Father Oliva Commissions did come To raise a great Army much Treasure is spent The old Man did once think to take Post from Rome For to ride at the head of them was his intent Lord Bellas was sit Who can deny it To command in his place when his Gout wou'd permit Lord Stafford was proper'st to trust with their pay Old Ratcliffe to range them in Battle-Array The truth of my Story c. 9. Th' High-Treasurers place the L. Powis did please Men of desp'rate Fortunes oft venture too far Lord Peters would hazard Estate and his Ease And Life for the Pope too in this holy War Lord Ar'ndel of old So war-like and bold Made choice of a Chancellors Gown we are told All these did conspire with the Lord Castlemain Who now his good Dutchess will ne'r catch again The Truth of my Story c. 10. Great store of wild Irish both civil and wise Designed to joyn with the Pilgrims of Spain Many thousands being ready all in good guise Had vow'd a long Pilgrimage over the Main To arm well this Host When it came on our Coast Black Bills forty thousand are sent by the Post This Army lay privately on the Sea shore And no man e'r heard of 'em since or before The Truth of my Story c. The Second PART The Contents of the second Part. Of Arms under-ground for Horse and for Foot The King almost kill'd but Gun will not shoot For which Pickring is whip'd All of them swear To be true to the Plot yet Oats not for Fear But Revenge being turn'd away and well hangâ—d Discovers them all the Jesuits are hang'd 1. The Plot being thus subtly contriv'd as you hear To God knows how many this Secret th' impart Some famous for Cheats yet their Faith they don't fear To tie a Knave fast they had found a new Art They swore on a Book And Sacrament took But you 'll find if into their grave Authors you look To forswearâ—s no sin as th' Recorder well notes Nor Treason Rebellion nor cutting of Throats The Truth of my Story c. 2. Still blinded by Zeal and inveigl'd by Hope Store of Arms they provide for Fight Defence The Lords must command as Vice-Roys of the Pope And all over
If ever you turn your Face this way We 'l make the Cannon musick play And you shall Dance the English Hay Till all your bones lament it 8. Our Royal James will make you know The sharpness of a York-shire Ho And prove by Land and Sea your Foe If Charles command to do it Both England Scotland Dutch and Dane And all his Islands of the Mâ—â—h Will not be able to refrain If he once say do it 9 Then fill the Piss-pot to the Swine Heap me a rousing Glass of Wine The dancing Thames shall pledge the Rhine And Tyber shall be Praeses Then here 's to Charles that rules the Main To Poland Holland Scot and Dane To Germany and brave Lorrain But pray you poâ—us ne sis Cupid turn'd Musqueteer Tune Which no body can deny ALas what 's is like to become of the Plot Now Toâ—ey â—s dead and Titus is goâ— In so fair a prospect of going to Pot Which no body can deny They say he has lately reviv'd an old trick Which he us'd as a Med'cine when he was Love sick Page Bayliff or Bum to take in the Nick Which no body can deny Now Titus for one of his Saints Tutelars Had got a young Fellow as Brawny as Mars With a thousand invincible Charms in his A Which no body can deny A large pair of Buttocks as ever was seen With a delicate Nut-brown hole between And rascally Cupid lay lurking Within Which no body can deny Whence Centinel-like with his Gun in his hand He spy'd out the Doctor charg'd him to stand Not doubting but He would obey his command Which no body can deny But he disobey'd which when Cupid espy'd He quickly presented Have-at-you he cry'd And lodg'd him a Bullet in his left side Which no body can deny c. 'T is true he was arm'd as Poets have told With only a Bowe and a Quiver of old And Arrows for Love which were headed with Gold Which no c. Which still he does use as h' has formerly done When th' old way of Loving he means to drive on But for this new way he makes use of a Gun Which no c. The Gun went off bounce yet the Dr. n'er started Which was some effect of his being stout-hearted For he only thought that the Fellow had farted Which no body can deny But quickly he found he had cause to repent it For Cupid had poison'd the shotâ—eâ—r he sent it With somthing so strong you might easily scent it Which no body can deny This poison so basely debases Loves Fires That the foulest of object â—he Lover admires And so it inclin'd the good Doctor 's Desires Which no body can deny For he fell in love 't is a kind of a Riddle Immediately with this great Fellows Bumfiddle But chiefly he sâ—irkt at the Slit in the middle Which no body can deny Quoth he in a rage What a plague have you done Your Barrel is foul I 'll lay Twenty to One But I have a Rammer will scour your Gun Which no body can deny Nay never refuse but leave off your winking There 's no body near 't is just to my thinking That I shou'd chastize you thus for your stinking Which no body can deny So down went the Breeches and he fell to work About him he laid as he had been a Turk And so this great bus'ness was done with a Jerk Which no body can deny And truly the bus'ness was great in its kind For the Fellow was very well scour'd behind And the Dr. was eas'd both in Body and Mind Which no body can deny No Protestent-Plot or the Whigs Loyalty With the Doctor 's New Discovery 1. HElls restless Factious Agents still Plot on And Eighty Three smells rank of Forty One The Royal Martyrs Foes pursue his Son Who seek their Lives with Blunderbuss and Guns The Infernal Regicides so inflam'd with Zeal Are for killing King Duke t' Erect a Commonweal This is the daily Trade practice of our Modern Whiggs Tho' they 're always baffled in their damn'd Intrigues 2. What! Ho! cryes Titus rise ye sleepy Heads Unless you 'l all be Murder'd in your Beds Fierce Hannibal of France is at your Gate Come Rascals Mutiny e'er 't is too late The Spanish Pilgrims once hir'd to cut your Throats Are Landed now at Milford Haven believe your Saviour Oats And the Horrid Popish Army that were hid under Ground Are I 'll take my Oath within a Trumpets Sound 3. See there a Fighting Army in the Air But now it vanishes and disappears A Spectre told strange Things to Honest Bess Which much amaz'd the Hatfield Prophetess I told 'em true at first what Black Designs would be Carryâ—d on against the King and Royal Albanâ— By the discontended Whiggs but Rebel Tony since Made me contradict my former evidence 4. I 've lost my Swearing Trade now by this Hand Must I be forc'd to starve or leave the Landâ— My injur'd Prince has long since on me frown'd For Perjuries against his Life and Crown I 'll follow Rumbold Wade Nelthrop Walcot Hone With that Cruel Blood-Hound Barton who 've all fled the Town For if I carry here any longer I harbour dreadful Fears That I shall be Hang'd or forfeit both my Ears 5. Unparallel'd Assassines that could dare To attempt the Life of Jove's Vice-Gerent here Of whom the Gods do take such special care None ought to mutter Treason to the Air But cut-Throat Protestants may do any thing And Inform the Roman Catholicks how to Murder Kings They take it in great Dudgeon to be equaliz'd Yet their Hellish Crimes must pass for Loyalty 6. But thanks to Heaven who did curb their Power And has preserved us from that Fatal Hour When Villains were to Massacre us all And Noll's Successors to possess White-hall Rumsey has taken up White hall for his Bower And the Lord Russel is gone to fortifie the Tower Whilst we that stand for Church and State with great security can Sing And Pray Jove to preserve the Life of Charles our King The Loyal Conquest or Destruction of Treason Tune Lay by your Pleading the Law ly's a Bleeding 1. NOw Loyal Tories May Tryumph in Glories The Fatal Plot is now betray'd The rest were Shams and Stories Now against Treason We have Law and Reason And e'ry Bloody Whig must go To Pot in Time and Season No Shamming nor Flamming No Ramming nor Damming No Ignoramus Jury's now For Whigs but only Hanging 2. Look a little farther Place things in order Those that seek to Kill their King Godfrey might Murther Now they 'r Detected By Heaven Neglected In black dispair cut their Throats Thus Pluto's Work 's effected No Shamming nor Flamming c. 3. Catch grows in Passion And fears this New Fashion Lest ev'ry Traytor hang himself And spoyl his best Profession Tho' four in a Morning Tyburn Adorning He Cryes out for a Score a time To get his Men their Learning No Shamming nor Flamming c. 4.