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
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
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
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
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
England they raise Peter-pence Their Letters they send By Bedlow their Friend Or else by the Post to shew what they intend Some hundreds Oats saw which the Jesuits â—id write 'T is a wonder not one of them e'r came to light The truth of my Story c. 3. Pounds two hundred thousand they to Ireland sent Fifteen thousand to Wakeman for Potions and Pills Forty thousand in Fire-works we guess that they spent And at least ten thousand for the ' foresaid Black-Bills Fifteen hundred more Grove shou'd have they swore Four Gentleman-Russians deserved Fourscore Pious Pickering they knew was of Masses more fond And for thirty thousand they gave him a Bond. They truth of my Story c. 4 These two to kill the King by promises won Had now watchâ—d for some years in St. James's Park And Pickering who never yet shot off a Gun Was about to take aim for he had a fair mark Just going to begin't He missed his Flint And looking in Pan there was no Powder in 't For which he their Pardon does humbly beseech Yet had thirty good lashes upon his bare Breech The truth of my Story c. 5 But a sadder mischance to the Plot did befall For Oats their main Engine fail'd when it came to 't No marvel indeed if he cozen'd them all Who turn'd him a begging and beat him to boot He wheeling about The whole Party did rout And from lurking holes did ferret them out Till running himself blind he none of them knew And fainting at Councel he could not swear true The truth of my Story c. 6. To strengthen our Doctor brave Bedlow's brought in A more credible Witness was not above-ground He vows and protests what e'r he had been He wou'd not swear false now for five hundred pound And why should we swear They falsly would swear To damn their own Souls and to lose by it here For Oats who before had no peny in Purse Discov'ring the Plot was seven hundred pound worse The truth of my Story c. 7 Two Witnesses more were let loose from the Jayl Though one 't is confest did run back from his word In danger of life a good man may be frail And th' other they slander for cheating his Lord T' each one of these men The Jesuits brought Ten To disprove em in time in place but what then One Circumstance lately was sworn most clear By a Man who in hopes has four hundred a year The truth of my Story c. 8. Besides 't was oft urg'd we must always suppose To murder the King a great Plot there has been And who to contrive it so likely as those Who Murder and Treasons do hold for no sin Things being thus plain To plead was in vain The Jury instructed again and again Did find them all Guilty to shew 't was well done The People gave a Shout for Victory won 9. 'T is strange how these Jesuits so subtle and wise Should all the Pope be so basely trepann'd To hang with much comfort when he shall advise And go to the Devil too at his command He may give them leave To lye and deceive But what when the Rope does of Life them bereave Can his Holiness think you dispense with that pain Or by his Indulgences raise them again The truth of my Story c. 1O Yet like Mad men of Life and Contempt they express And of their own happiness careless appear For Life and for Money not one wou'd confess They 'd rather be Damn'd than be Rich live here But surely they rav'd When God they out-brav'd And thought to renounce him the way to be sav'd And with Lies in their mouths go to Heav'n in a string So prosper all Traytors and God save the King The truth of my Story c. Concordat cum Kecordo Cl. Par. A general Sale of Rebellious Houshold-Stuff Tune Old Simon the King 1. REbellion hath broken up House And hath left me old Lumber to sell Come hither and take your choice I 'le promise to use you well Will you buy the old Speaker's Chair Which was warm and easie to sit-in And often-times hath been made clean When as it was fouler than sitting Says old Symon the King Says old Symon the King With thread-bare Cloaths and his mamsy Nose Sing hey ding ding a ding ding 2. Will you buy any Bacon-flitches They 're the fattest that ever were spent They 're the sides of the Old Committees Fed up with th' Long Parliament Here 's a pair of Bellows and Tongs And for a small matter I 'll sell 'em They 're made of the Presbyters Lungs To blow up the Coals of Rebellion Says old Symon the King c. 3. I had thought to have given them once To some Black-Smith for his Forge But now I have consider'd on 't They 're Consecrated to the Church For I 'll give them to some Choir To make the Organs to rore And the little Pipes squeak higher Than ever they did before Says old Symon the King c. 4. Here 's a couple of Stools for sale The one square and t'other is round Betwixt them both the Tail Of the RVMP fell unto the ground Will you buy the States Council-Table Which was made of the good Wain Scot The frame was a tottering Babel To uphold the Independent-Plot Says old Symon the King c. 5. Here 's the Beesom of Reformation Which should have made clean the Floor But it swept the Wealth out of th' Nation And left us Dirt good store Will you buy the States Spinning-wheel Which spun for the Ropers Trade But better it had stood still For now it has spun a fair Threed Says old Symon the King c. 6. Here 's a very good Clyster-pipe Which was made of a Butchers stump And oft-times it hath been us'd To cure the Colds of the RVMP Here 's a lump of Pilgrims-Salve Which once was a Justice of Peace Who Nol and the Devil did serve But now it is come to This Says old Symon the King c. 7. Here 's a Roll of States Tobacco If any Good Fellow will take it It 's neither Virginia nor Spanish But I 'll tell you how they do make it 'T is Covenant mixt with Engagement With an Abjuration-Oath And many of them that did take it Complain it is foul in the mouth Says old Symon the King c. 8. Yet the Ashes may happily serve To Cure the Scab of the Nation When they have an Itch to serve A Rebellion by Innovation A Lanthorn here is be bought The like was scarce e'r begotten For many a Plot 't has found out Before they ever were thought on Says old Symon the King c. 9. Will you buy the Rump â—s great Saddle Which once did carry the Nation And here 's the Bitt and the Bridle And Curb of Dissimulation Here 's the Breeches of the Rump With a fair dissembling Cloak And a Presbyterian Jump With an Independant Smock
Ignoramus Libera nos The Norwich Loyal Litany DEfend us from all Popish Plots That so the People fray And eke also from Treacherous Scots As bad or worse than they From Parliaments long Rumps and Tails From House of Commons Furies Defend us eke from Protestant Flayls And Ignoramus Juries Protect us now and evermore From a white Sheet and Proctor And from that Noble Peer brought o're The Salamanca Doctor A Doctor with a Witness sure Both in his Rise and Fall His Exit almost as obscure As his Original Designs and Dangers far Remove From this Distressed Nation And Damn ' the Trayterous Model of Bold Tony's Association And may the Prick-Ear'd Party that Have Coin enough in Cupboard Forbear to Shiver an Estate And Splinters mount for Hobart From sixteen self-conceited Peers Protect our Soveraign still And from the Dam'd Petitioners For the Exclusive Bill Guard Heaven great Charles and his Estate ' Gainst Tony upon Tony And from the House of Commons that Will give the King no Money From those that did design and laugh At Tangier in Distress And were Mahometans worse by half Then all the Moors of Fez From such as with Usurping hand Drive Princes to Extreams Confound all their Devices and Deliver Charles and James But may the beauteous Youth come home And do the thing that 's fit Or I must tell that Absalom He has more Hair then Wit May he be wise and soon expel Th' old Fox th' old Fawning Elf The time draws nigh Achitophel Shan't need to hang himself This Jury I 've Empanel'd here Of honest lines and true Whom youâ—l I doubt at Westminster Will find Ignoramus too A new Litany to be Sung in all Conventicles for Instruction of the Whigs Tune callâ—d Cavalilly Man 1. FRom Counsels of Six where Treason prevails From raising Rebellion in England and Wales From Rumbolds short Cannons and Protestant-Flayls For ever O Fate deliver me 2. From Shaftsbury's Tenets and Sydneys Old Hint From seizing the King by the Rabbles Consent From owning the Fact and denying the Guilt For ever c. 3. From Aiming at Crowns and indulging the sin From playing Old-Noll's Game over again From a Son and a Rebel stuft up in one skin For ever c. 4. From Swearing of Lyes like a Knight of the Post From Pilgrims of Spain that should Land on our Coast From a Plot like a Turd swept about till its Lost For ever c. 5. From Oats's clear Evidence when he was Vext From hearing him squeak out Hugh Peters old Text From Marrying one Sister and Raping the next For ever c. 6. From tedious Confinement by Parliament Votes From B t s Whig Sermons with Marginal Notes From saving our Heads by Cutting our Throats For ever c. 7. From Presbyter Bandogs that Bite and not Bark From losing ones Brains by a blow in the Dark From our Friends in More-fields and those at More-park For ever c. 8 From Citizens Consciences and their Wives foul Itch Prom Marrying a Widdow that looks like a Witch From following the Court with design to be Rich For ever c. 9. From Trimmers arraigning a Judge on the Bench From slighting the Guards that we know will not Flinch And from the Train'd-Bands Royal-Aid at a Pinch For ever c. 10. From all that to Caesar sham duty Express That cringe at his Coach and smile in his â—ace And two years ago thought it scorn to Address For ever c. 11. From having the Gout and a very Fair Daughter From being oblig'd to our Friend cross the Water From Strangling Fleying what follows after For ever c. 12. From Wit that lies hidden in gay Pantaloons From Womens ill Nature as frail as the Moons From Francky's lame Jests and Sir Rogers Lampoons For ever O Fate deliver me SONGS never before in Print A new SONG made on the Parliaments removing from London to Oxford Tune You Yorkshire Lads be merry c. 1. YE London Lads be merry Yere Parliament Friands are gene That made us an so sorry And wou'd not let us alene But pecht us e'ry Ene Both Papist and Protestant too But to Oxford they are gene And the Deel gang with them I trow 2. Our gude King Charles Heven bless Him Protecting of Albanies Right Received from the Howse sike a Lesson 'T was like to have set us at Strife But Charles he swore by his Life Heed have ne mete sike a dow And he packt them off by this Light And the Deel's gang'd with them I trow 3. There 's Essex and Jemmy the Cully Were mickle too blame I dreed With Shaftsbury that Statesâ—Bully And aw the Factious Breed And wittal G gud deed Who Pimps when his Wife doth Mow And holds the door for a need But the Deel will reward him I trow 4. Fool Thin and half-witted M t With Lo ce and Slabbering K t With Gogling Flee-catching B don That nere knew yet what he meant And St rd follows the scent With Politick Armstrong and How And they all a Petitioning went And the Deel â—s gang'd with them I trow 5. Then Heven protect Great Albany Guide him from Pistol and Gun And all the Plots of Anthony That Malitious Baboon Thoâ— sham'd on the Pope of Rome As Dugdale and Oats do avow But in time they 'l hang the Fause Loons And the Deel hang with them I trow A new SONG to the Tune Ye London Lads be Merry c. 1. YOu Loyal Lads be merry For Perkin that State Buffoon Despis'd by Whig and by Tory For being so Fause a Loon To sham the Court and the Town And muckle did swear and vow But like Prance he has chang'd his tone And the Dâ—el gang with him I trow 2. His Party had taught him his Lesson And low he did sue for Grace He whin'd out a doleful Confession How great a Traytor he was And begg'd his Pardon might pass For he was a Penitent now But he bid the Court Kiss his Arse And the Deel's gang'd with him I trow 3. And once more he 's got above Hatches And means to set up for a King The Politicks of his Scotch Dutchess This matter about did bring Ods wunds she longs to be Queen If Perkin and she knew how And yet in a Hempen-string They may gang to the Deel I trow 4. And this last mark of his Treason Is muckle exceeding the rest To aw Lads of Sense and of Reason T' has gain'd him many a Curse He might have been then at the worst Drawn in for a Cully of shew But now 't is past all distrust That the Deels gang'd with him I trew 5 Now Heaven bless Charles the Second And grant him of Brutus â—s mind And then his nene Son will be reckon'd Among the Trayterous kind And equal Justice will find By God and St. Andrew I trow Were he o' my Daddy 's nene kind He should gang to the Deel I trew The Discoverers Discover'd A new Tune
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
sow'd such Wicked seed Boy Jack Good Master pray your Fury stop For as the Saying is I hope You 'll shortly shortly see a Doctor-Crop And many more besides Sir Master A Curse on every thing that 's call'd Oates Both Old and Young both Black and White Oates Both Long and Short both Light and Tite Oates I hate the Vip'rous Seed Boy Jack Your Oates now Ripe Sir do appear For they begin to hang the Ear The Time of Cuâ—ting them draws near If my Skill fails me not Sir Master Then down with 'em and all their Train Let not a Blade of them remain Our poor Land to infect again 'T is pitty one shoâ—ld scape Boy Jack Where shall I reek them the Sithe â—s Edge They 've felt in Barn or under Hedge For they are fit for Cart or Sledge And a Roping only want Sir Master E'en if thou wilt lodge them in thy Barn For they shall ne'r come amongst my Corn Or Cart them if thou wilt to Tyburn And there too Truss them up Bâ—y Jack Th' are hous'd Sir But the Trash all Sense Exceeds that 's in 'em By what Means This Filthy Oates shall we e're cleanse From all that Roguish Stuff Sir Master Jack Go get a pack of Sturdy Louts And let them lustily Thresh their Coats Too well you cannot Thresh Damn'd Oates Which no body can deny Boy Jack Th' are thresh'd and wimb'd and made as clean As hands can do 't but all in vain For still Base Oates behind remain What shall we do with 'em Sir Master Let 'em divided be like Martyrs Of Royal Justice into Quarters Then ground in Mill or bray'd in Mortars So Oates ought to be serv'd Boy Jack How shall I use the Straw 'T is good Only to cast out into the Road And under Foot to Dung be trâ—d And there to lye and râ—t Sir Master Burn't like an Hereâ—ick in Flame And Expiate so our Guilt and Shame For giving Long-Tail'd Oates such Fame Abhorr'd by all but vs Boy Beyond Sea th' are kick't out of Door But held with us Here in such Store That Oates we even do Adore But Curst be Oates say I Boy Jack What shall we now at last Sir do With this Same Paultry Oates by You So hated and admired by few And those both Knaves and Fools Sir Master Let Oates be cast to Ravenous Hogs Or ground for Meat for Hungry Dogs And no where Sown but in deep Bogs Or Bottom of a Jakes Boy Or to the Fowls o' th' Air be thrown By Vermine to be prey'd upon Or out o' th' World by Whirlwinds blown To th' Devil's Arse of Peak Boy Let ev'ry Tongue and Tail i' th' Isle Of Man of Bird of Beast defile Oates so Detestable Oates so Vile And 't will be so thou 'lt see Boy Or if to Popery thou incline Thou shalt have Oates incag'd in Shrine And shew about that Trash Divine And this will get thee Pence Boy Jack Let it good Master pray be so And I 'le amongst the Papists go with my O raree Shite and my O brave Show Till I a Pension get Sir And then I 'le Coach it up and down From Country and from Town to Town Till o're the World Iâ—ve made Oates known For a very Rogue in Grain Sir The Tories Tryumph or the Point well weather'd To a New Theatre Tune SOme say the Papists had a Plot Against the Church and Crown But be it so or be it not The King must please the Town The Papists take Tyburn by turns To please the City Gulls It 's strange that they who all wear Horns Should fear the Popish Bulls 2. The House of Commons blow the Coals The Nation to dissettle And like two Tinkers make two Holes To mend one in a Kettle Or else What needs that precious Vote That if the King should Fall By Pagan or Phanatick Plot The Pope must pay for all 3. Our Royal James of Princely Race And High-Illustrious Fame Was not thought fit by Commons base To follow Charles's Waine But let that House of Office know When they have Sow'd their Leaven He shall Succeed though they say no By all the Laws of Heaven 4. Old Cavaliers for Loyalty They streight Clapt up for Treason In hopes to bring in Anarchy ' Gainst Justice Sense and Reason Brave Hallifax and Feversham Brave Worster Just and Wise They did Vote down as dangerous Men That they themselves might Rise 5. But Oh! That Lord in Leistershire Turn'd Catchpole though too late 'T is bâ—tter â—riests in Prison were Then Burns should lose their Trade For Priest poor Waller never sought But where Was Golden Crosses His Mirmidons went â—nacks t is That In all the Owners Losses 6. The Doctor he has bid Farewell To Jesus and the Court And Tony's Tap runs flaâ— and dull Makes Catch in hopes of Sport Blew Protestants can make no work Unless like Hungary They for Religion Joyn the Turk For Christian Liberty Five Years Sham Plots Discovered in one True one To the Tune of I told young Jenny c. NOw Innocent Blood 's almost forgot We have found the Original Ground of the Now every Moon-blind Rebel may know Plot That Providence sees our Actions below NoW Oates for Pegs may pack up his Awls And there inform his Master To furnish Rooms make fire in the Halls For Company that comes after These are not like our Plots of Old When Evidence swore for Silver and Gold There are no Armies under Ground No Shaâ— Magazines that ne'r were found No Spanish Pilgrims and Black-Bills But open profess'd Traytors Where Perjury spares the Sword it kills These are our Saint-like Satyrs These are the Blades detected by Laws In Contempt of Justice decide it with blows These are the Blood-Hounds of our Age That brought our late Monarch upon the Stage Yet these more Barbarous Bruits of ours Would muâ—ther both King and 's Brother And â—ay the Guilt at innocent doors And still continue the Murther From thence the Sacrifice begins To Massacre others for their own sins And this has been the Plots support First made in the City then forc't on the Court But now the Mysteries brought to light True Innocency is Protection Surprising Rebels dare not fight Their Souls are Imperfections If they had Butcher'd the Royal Line To Murther its Friends they were to Joyn The like was never on Record In the wide Wilderness of the World To Rob the Kingdom of all that 's Good And none but Rebels Surviving To Lord it o're three Nations in Blood Each to be an Oliver striving The Saddle is now on the Right â—orse The Whiggs must mount for Tyburn in Course For these can be no false Alarms We have their Confession the Men and their Arms Makes Catch perceive his Harvest is near He swears if his Horse do not fail him He 'll not take a thousand Pound this year For what his Trade may avail him On the Throat-cutter of Jack-a-napes-lane Tune Hang sorrow cast away care 1.