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
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
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
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
themselves and ev'ry body else A good lusty Voâ—e can right ' em No matter for blood their Oaths shall stand good â—n despight of all circumstances The City-Cabals say they cannot swear false And each Pamphlet their Honour enhances Who dares to deny but One single Lie Of the Many they swear on their credit Must down on his knees is rebuk'd and pays Fees And must cry Peccavi he did it If any's so bold their tricks to unfold or offers to prove them Lyars Strait up steps another and swears for Rogue-brother And flings the poor Wretch in the Bryars Thus Villains bout Ten the worst scum of men While the Godly Party maintain 'em All England do govern and each such a Sov'reign The King must not speak again ' em Old Noll and Dad Nick have taught 'em the trick To Make Plots and then to Reveal 'em Thus runs round the Jig of Politick Whig Sure Pardon if they do not conceal ' em Then inspir'd they bring in for sad men of sin Any one that is Honest and Loyal But if Pardon 's deny'd all flock on Fitz-side To hector the Mercy Royal. Thus most men for fears dare not for their ears But Whig and his Rout to second Which if they refuse they 're far worse than Jews And Papists or Traytors are reckon'd And ev'ry poor Ape who for Changes does gape And to be preferr'd by the Party To help Good Old Cause wide stretches his â—aws With loud Lies to shew himself hearty And those Worthies Three Care Vile Langley Do publish as fast as they make them The being in Print signifies something in 't And the Rabble for Gospel mistake them Mean while Pendent laughs and at Byter scoffs And at 's hot-headed Zeal does flout-a The Coxcomb to see thus shaking the Tree While he 's ready to gather the Fruit-a Let Papists be hang'd and Presbyters damn'd And may goggle-ey'd Traytors perish But let true hearts sing Long live Charles our King The Church and the State to cherish Raree Show Or The True-Protestant-Procession Tune The Northumberland-man 1. THis is the Cabal of some Prot. Lords A forging the turn that not long since they had Here W ton sitteth and searcheth Records To find flaws in good Statutes and varnish the bad 2. This is the Lord Toney that slily sits here Who to sham and contrive has never deny'd And rather than th' Cause shou'd fall thro' his fear He 'll let out Rebellion by broaching his side 3. This is popular Perkin that smirks looks gay The women extoll the Spark up to the Sky None danceth with so great a grace as they say Yet somebody thinks that he capers too high 4. Here flourishing E the Tongue o' th' Gang With Rhetorical Artifice fancies fine things First vainly composeth a taking Harangue Then fosters a Villain in Libelling Kings 5. Here 's Doctor Informant that ne'r wou'd stick out To traffique in Oaths or tell a State-lie Observe how he firks all the Jesuits about First blaws on a Beuk and so Papists God b'we ye 6. Here 's Wilmore that 's troubl'd with scruples and stings His Citizens Conscience is nice and demure A Traytor 's indicted for Treas'nable things But he tells you 'tis false he 's a Protestant sure 7. These are some sage Citizens that you see there Who out of their Zeal all our Rights to maintain And to keep out all Slav'ry have taken a care To put up in the Streets two Posts and a Chain 8. These are some Apprentices still do retain Some Tenets their Masters approve and allow They come to direct a wise Monarch to Reign ' Stead of sweeping their Shop and cleaning of Shoes 9. This is the Committee where Grievance â—s scann'd Which remonstrates dangers that threatâ—n the State Good service is here by suspicion trepann'd And Allegiance is reckon'd Malignancy strait 10. Here 's the Synod of Saints that will sometimes refresh The failings of Nature with means of their own They 'll preach you the mortification of Flesh With Eyes up to Heav'n and Breeches let down 11. These are the Cabal of the Covenantiers That think they maintain the Religion the best By pulling down Churches and their Overseers And routing the Defender of Faith with the rest 12. These are the Remains of the Levelling Rump That stink in the House and fresh Commons annoy And lest the right James shou'd be turn'd up Trump They cry out A Court Card will their gaming destroy 13. That Lumber of Trumpery buzzing abouâ— Are silly Subscribers that come at first dash To make up a large Petitioning Rout Of Link-boys and all such True-Protestant trash 14. These there are the Hucksters that Treason retail They 'll sell you a sheet with a penymorth in 't That 's Courantier Care that never will fail To scrible while Langley dares publish and print 15. That 's the Club of a pack of ingenious Friends That made Charles a Scotch-Pedlar â—th Raree Show And I hope that our Monarch to make 'em amends Will give them a Yard of St. Johnstons or two The Pot-Companions Or Drinking and Smoaking preferr'd before Caballing and Plotting Tune Thus all the day long we 're frolick and gay 1. COme make a good Toast and stir up the Fire And fill the great Tankard of what we admire Then bring in a Paper of excellent Fogoe That we may perfume the whole house with the 〈◊〉 And here let us sit Like honest brave Fellows That neither are Tories Nor Whigs in an Ale-house And here let us sit c. 2. We 'll raise no disputes Of the Church nor the State To waken the PLOT which has slept out its date Nor came we to treat of the Cities great Charter But only to drink to the Sons of the Martyr For better it is to be honestly Sotting Than live to be hang'd For Caballing and Plotting For better it is c. 3. Since Freedom or Death is not in our power What have we to do with the Lords in the Tower We 'll leave them to Justice let that take its course And set ev'ry Saddle upon the right Horse Though the Witnesses fade and the Plot 's almost rotten Yet Presbyter-Jack will ne'r be forgotten Though the Witnesses fade c. 4. We have nothing to do with the Feuds of the Nation With old Magna Charta nor the Association Let Shaftsbury fancy himself to be crowning Or beg his Quietus and venture a Drowning Let Black-coat swear on and raise up his story That 's nothing to us let the Saints have their glory Let Black-coat swear on c. 5. Though the Spaniards were landed which Bedlow recounted And all the Commissions which Coat gave were mounted And little Don John did lead these brave Fellows The Devil a foot would we stir from the Ale house When they have rais'd Armies by praying and winking 'T is we that maintain them with Smoaking and Drinking When they have rais'd Armies c. 6. Then away to the King let the
Tankard go round May the Plots and the Plotters each other confound To His Highness the Duke and the Royal Successors And every Member of Loyal Addressers To the honest Lord Mayor and all other old Christians But guard us good Lord from these whining Philistims To the honest Lord Mayor c. The Bully Whig Or The poor Whores Lamentation for the Apprehending Sir Thomas Armstrong Tune Ah! Cruel bloody Fate c. 1. AH Cruel bloody Tom What could'st thou hope for more Than to receive the Doom Of all thy Crimes before For all thy bold Conspiracies Thy Head must pay the score Thy Cheats and Lies Thy Box and Dice Will serve thy turn no more 2. â—ngrateful thankless Wretch How could'st thou hope in vain â—out the reach of Ketch Thy Treasons to maintain For Murders long since done and past Thou Pardons hast had store And yet would'st still Stab on and kill As if thou hop'dst for more 3. Yet Tom e'r he would starve More Blood resolv'd to'â—e spilt Thy flight did only serve To justifie thy Guilt While They whose harmless Innocence Submit to Chains at home Are each day freed While Traytors bleed And suffer in their room 4. When Whigs a PLOT did Vote What Peer from Justice fled In the FANATICK PLOT Tom durst not shew his Head Now Sacred Justice rules above The Guiltless are set free And the Napper's napt And Clapper clapt In his CONSPIRACY 5. Like Cain thou hadst a Mark Of Murder on thy Brow Remote and in the dark Black Guilt did still pursue Nor England Holland France or Spain The Traytor can defend He will be found In Fetters bound To pay for 't in the end 6. Tom might about the Town Have bully'd huff'd and roar'd By every Venus known Been for a Maâ—s ador'd By friendly Pimping and false Dice Thou might'st have longer liv'd Hector'd and shamm'd And swore and gam'd Hadst thou no Plots contriv'd 7 Tom once was Cock-a-hoop Of all the Huffs in Town But now his Pride must stoop His Courage is pull'd down So long his Spurs are grown poor Tom Can neither fly nor fight Ah Cruel Fate That at this rate The ' Squire should foil the Knight 8 But now no remedy It being his just Reward In his own Trap you see The â—ygre is ensnar'd So may all Traytors fare till all Who for their Guilt did fly With Bully Tom By timely Doom Like Him unpity'd die The Jealous Ladies Complaint To an Excellent New Tune 1. TEll me no more There must be something in 't Think what you swore When first you did begin't That nâ—nâ— but I Could eâ—r your heart suffice And my Eyes and my Thighs How your mind it did surprize But now You Bitch you look so leam You damn'd confounded stinking Quean Are all the words that I can gain For my great pain 2. Can you forget The â—oys you did delight in And those great Pleasures You usâ—d to spend the night in When with sweet Raptures So close you did embrace And your Love us'd to move In another pretty place But now you turn away your head And there you lie as tho' you 're dead And all the joys I had in Bed Are gone and fled ANAGRAM and ACROSTICK On the Salamanca-Sizer Ana TITUS OATS JUST A SOT gram WHen Adam proper Names on Beasts conferr'd The Salamanca-Doctor was i' th' Herd The Midwife she fore-saw 't wou'd prove a Dunce So gave him Name and Character at once Which but unfold and joyn again with Art Both Sot and Drunkard lurk in ev'ry part Nor in his Temper thus alone betray'd 'T is on his Face in Ruby Signs display'd Well may we doubt the Gospel of that PLOT Whose chiefest Evidence is JUST A SOT An ACROSTICK Traytor to God damn'd Source of Blasphemy Insect of Hell grand Mass of Perjury Thorough-pac'd Villain second unto none Vnless to Judas if by Him out-done Satans black Agent Hells Monopoly Of all that 's called Sin and Villainy A cursed Parent of an Hell-bred Brood Teacher of Lies Spiller of guiltless Blood Englands dark Cloud eclipsing all her Glory Satans Delight and Hells Repository FINIS * To the Butchers Wife