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
Still wishing each minute that I were a dying 5 Ah! Jockey since thou behind thee hast left me And death of all joys and all comforts bereft me Thy destiny I will lament very mickle And down my pale cheeks salt Tears they shall trickle To ease me of trouble each bubble shall double To think of my Jockey so Loyal and Noble I 'se grieve for to think that those eyes are benighted Wherein mournful Jenny so much once delighted 6. That blow oh Sawny was base and unlucky That robbed poor Jenny of her dearest Jockey A bony boon Youth 't was known he was ever To please his poor Jenny was still his endeavor But 't was fortune uncertain our parting Procured caused this breaking smarting But whilst I do live 't is resolved by Jenny For Jockeys dear sake ne'r to lig with any 7. This Jenny for Jockey lay sighing and weeping Oft wringing her hands while others was sleeping But Sawney to see her thus strangely distressed For the loss of her Love his heart was oppressed Tho' this deluder view'd her and sued her 'T was all but in vain for she call'd him Intruder And said if you die for my Love I will mock ye For you were the cause of the death of my Jockey 8. That bony brave Scot hath left nene behind him That like to himself was worthy of minding â—is Fathers delight and the joy of his Mother And Scotland before ne'r bred sike another When I think on his beauty let duty confute ye Death never before had sike a great booty For all that do know him do sigh bewail him But Oceans of Tears now can little avail him 9. Ah! Jockey there 's nene that are left to inherit The tythe of thy Virtues thou wonderful merit But whilst I do live thou shalt not be forgotten He sing out thy praise when thy carkass is rotten For thou wert the fairest rarest and dearest And now thou art dead like a Saint thou appearest I 'll have on thy Tomb-stone these Verses inserted Here lies hopeless Jockey who was so true hearted 10. And when this thy Motto shall fairly be written There 's none shall read but with grief shall be smitten And say 't was pity that one so true hearted Should by cruel death from his Jenny be parted And thus I with weeping creeping and peeping Look into thy Grave where thou dost lie sleeping Till sighing my self I have brought to my end To show that poor Jenny was Jockeys true Friend The Winchester Wedding or Ralph of Redding and Black Bess of the Green To a new Country Dance or the King 's Jiggâ— 1. AT Winchester was a Wedding the like was never seen Twixt lusty Ralph of Redding and bony black Bess of the Green The Fidlers were Crowding before each Lass was as fine as a Queen There was a Hundred and more for all the Country came in Brisk Robin led Rose so fair she lookt like a Lilly o'th'Vale And Ruddy-fac'd Harry led Mary And Roger led bouncing Nell 2 With Tommy came smiling Katy he helpt her over the Stile And swore there was none so pretty in forty and forty long mile Kit gave a Green Gown to Betty and lent her his hand to rise But Jenny was jeer'd by Watty for looking blew under the eyes Thus merrily chatting all they pass'd to the Bride-house along With Jonny and pretty fac'd Nanny the fairest of all the Throng 3. The Bridegroom came out to meet 'em afraid the Dinner was spoil'd And usher'd 'em in to Treat 'em with Bak'd and Roasted and Boylâ—d The Lads were so frolick and jolly for each had his Love by his side But Willy was Melancholly for he had a mind to the Bride Then Philip begins her Health and turns a Beer-Glass on his Thumb But Jenkin was reckon'd for Drinking the best in Christendom 4. And now they had Din'd advancing into the midst of the Hall The Fidlers struck up for Dancing and Jeremy led up the Brawl But Margery kept a quarter a Lass that was proud of her pelf ' Cause Arthur had stoln her Garter and swore he would tye it himself She strugl'd and blusht and frown'd and ready with anger to Cry ' Cause Arthur with tying her Garter had slip'd his hand too high 5. And now for throwing the Stocking the Bride away was led The Bridegroom got drunk was knocking for Candles to light 'em to Bed But Robbin that found him silly most friendly took him aside The vvhile that his Wife vvith Willy vvas playing at Hoopers-hide And novv the vvarm Game begins the Critical minute vvas come And Chatting and Billing and Kissing vvent merily round the Room 6. Pert Stephen vvas kind to Betty and blith as a Bird in the Spring And â—ommy vvas so to Katy and Wedded her vvith a Rush Ring Sukey that Danc'd at the Cushion an hour from the Room had been gone And Barnaby knevv by her blushing that some other Dance had been done And thus of Fifty fair Maids that came to the Wedding vvith Men Scarce five of the Fifty vvas left ye that so did return again A Narrative of the Old Plot being a New SONG Tune Some say the â—apists had a Plot c. 1. WHen Traytors did at Popâ—ry rail Because it taught Confession When Bankrupts bawl'd for Property And Bastards for Succession 2. When Tony durst espouse the Cause Spight of his Pox and Gout When Speaking Williams purg'd the House By spewing Members out 3. When Hunt a twy-fac't Pamphlet wrote the Embleme of his Soul When Oats swore whom he pleas'd in 's Plot And reign'd without Controul 4. When L ce too lampoon'd the Court And libell'd Cats and Doggs When Witnesses like Mushroms sprung Out of the Irish Boggs 5. Then Perkin thought 't was time to prove His Claim to Kingship fair And 'faith t is sit the Peeples Son Should be the Peoples Heir 6. So fill'd with Zeal He and his Knight Caress and Court the Rout And my Lord Duke goes up and down To shew his Grace about 7. Tho' F d Lord G y would not ingage Upon that idle score For He would have a Common-wealth As well as Common whore 8. He envyâ—d his old Friend a Crown But why I can't devise For 's Grace had grac't his Lordships head With Horns of noble Size 9. Then Johnson wrote his Patrons Creed A Doctrine fetch 't from Hell 'T was Christian-like to disobey And Gospel to Rebel 10. Julian his Pattern and his Text A meaner Theam He scorns First represents Him at the Desk And then Apostate turns 11. Like his his Patrons Zeal grew high Th' Exclusion to advance And the right Heir must be debarr'd For fear of Rome and France 12. The Zealous Commons then resolv'd And they knew what they did By whomsoe're the King should fall The Papists throats should bleed 13. So murd'ring Ponyards off are slipt Into a guiltless hand And Innocence is sacrific'd Whilst Malefactors stand 14. By Hell's Assistance then they
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
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
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