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A62418	A choice collection of 120 loyal songs, all of them written since the two late plots, (viz.) the horrid Salamanca Plot in 1678, and the fanatical conspiracy in 1683. Intermixt with some new love songs with a table to find every song to which is added, an anagram, and an accrostick on the Salamanca doctor	Thompson, Nathaniel, d. 1687.	1684 (1684)	Wing T1004; ESTC R221730	102,676	338

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 Such●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 ' ●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 th● 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

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 wou●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 ●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 ●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 Sh● 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 a● 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 giv●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 I●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 O● 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 ●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

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. ●ngrateful thankless Wretch How could'st thou hope in vain ●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'●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 Ma●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 ●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 n●n● but I Could e●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 ●oys you did delight in And those great Pleasures You us●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