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
2. A little Old Conjurer threw so much Brass And Pewter and Copper amongst the True Coyn That hardly a Peny of Money can pass But what is Clipt Plated or wash'd very fine But thine Boy and mine Bears the stamp of the King Then let 's have more Wine While good Money we bring John Thum is confounded That Brazen-fac'd Round-head Then let us be Loyal and True to our King 3. With such a Bold Impudent and Brazen-face They'd pass for true Mettle although but wash'd o'r The Kings Stamp Image they only disgrace As they did their Lord and Creators before But thine Boy and mine Bears the stamp of the King Then let 's have more Wine While good Money we bring For Care is Confounded That Scismatick Round-head Then let us be Loyal and True to our King 4. Yet what is most noted these Brimigham Elves To bear the true stamp are so brazen'd with Art That they wou'd have nothing to pass but themselves Although they 're but Copper and Gaul at the heart But thine Boy and mine Bears the stamp of the King Then let 's have more Wine While good Sterling we bring For Dick is confounded That Libelling Roundhead Then let us be Loyal and true to our King 5. They call themselves Loyal nay more love the King Yet Royalists Tory and Papist mis call And rail at all those who stand up for the thing With L'strange Heraclitus and Thompson all Gainst these the Slaves Their Libels they fling Yet they are the Knaves That do Libel the King But Langley's confounded That Pamphletting Roundhead Then let us be Loyal and true to our King 6. Thus Brimighams still the Stamp Royal rebukes With Brazen-fac'd Impudence guided so fine Who hates the King's Picture as well as the Dukes And loves it in nothing unless in his Coyn But let him still pass For a counterfeit thing About with the Glass And merrily sing For Ben is confounded That Cuckoldly Round-head Then let us be Loyal and true to our King To the King and the Queen fill it up to the Top. The D. the Dutchess whom Heav'n has restor'd And next Hans in Kelder the Royal Blew-Cap To all the true Issue and each Loyal Lord Crown every Glass Fill 'em up to the Brim About let 'em pass While we merrily sing For Baldwin's confounded That impudent Round-head Then let us be Loyal and true to our King 8. To brave Albemarle the next we 'l pursue With Worster and Clarendon Seymour and Hall To all to their King and their Country are true Who Loyalty love and confound the Caball If Monarchy shine And Bowman but bring Good store of brisk Wine We 'l make the Dog ring For Tony's confounded That Spiggoted Round-head Then let us be Loyal and true to our King The PLOT Cram'd into Jones Placket to the Tune of Jones Placket is torn c. 1. HAve you not lately heard of Lords sent to the Tower Who ' gainst the Popish Plotters seem'd men of chiefest power But now they 're got into the Plot and all their power 's in vain For the Plot is rent and torn and can never be mended again 'T is rent and torn and torn and rent and rent and torn in twain For the Plot is rent and torn and will never be mended again 2. Fitz-Harris they suppos'd a sitting Instrument The Duke the Queen and King himself to circumvent But now he 's hang'd and all his Gang will follow the same strain For the Plot is rent and torn and will never be mended again c. 3. The Joyner he did march to Oxford to be Try'd Where he did find a Jury who were not Whiggify'd And for his Joyning in the Plot a Halter he did gain For the Plot is rent and torn and will never be mended again c. 4. They say that Mr. Dugdale so honest and so true Is one of the Kingâ—s Evidence against this wicked Crew And now they aim him to defame but all will be in vain For the Plot is rent and torn and will never be mended again c. 5. The crafty Shaftsburyy is caught in his own Snare He has hired many Rogues themselves for to forswear Are now undone with Hetherington and all his hired Train For the Plot is rent and torn and will never be mended again c. 6. Thus Innocence we see begins for to appear Since Rogues for want of Pardons the Truth are fain to swear Had it been so some years ago we 'd hit on the right vein For the Plot is rent and torn and will never be mended again c. 7. The pious Commons Vote it was a Popish Plot Which Factious Lords promote 't was death to think it not Thus piously they all agree a Plot for to maintain But now ' â—is rent and torn and will never be mended again c. 8. Against the Lawful Heir full many a Bill they pass Upon the Royal Chair to place a gawdy Ass But they may ride to 'th Devil astride with Noll new Plots to feign For the Plot is rent and torn and will never he mended again c. 9. When they cou'd rail no more of pious Lords and Peers To set them as before together by the Ears To Shrives and Mayor they made this Prayer they wou'd the Plot maintain But now 't is rent and torn and will never be mended again c. 10. Brave Rich and Famous North whom Factions did oppose For Loyalty and Worth The Noble Mayor has chose Who hand in hand will faithful stand to Royal Charles's Reign For the Plot is rent and torn and will never be mended again 'T is rent and torn and torn and rent and rent and torn in twain For the Plot is rent and torn and will never be mended again The Happy return of the Old Dutch Miller To the Tune of the First 1. GOod People of England I hope you have had Experience of my Art in my Trade For I am the Miller that was here before That ground Women young of four or five Score Then make hast Customers bring in your Tribes I l'e quickly dispatch them without any Bribes For I am so Zealous for Whiglanders Crew I l'e cure their Distempers with one Turn or Two 2. And now for your comfort I am come again To cure the defection amongst all your Men Whether they be Factious Stupid or Lame Let 's see e're a Chymist that can do the same Then make hast Customers c. 3. If you have e're a City that 's troubl'd with Simples That 's over-rich grown and has Rebellious pimples I 'le strip it of all these defects in an hour And make it submit to the King or the Tower Then come away Customers c. 4. If any pretending Whigg Sheriffs yet dare In the year of his Office Arrest the Lord Mayor Let them come to my Mill if their Insolence must Be taken a Peg lower I 'l Grind them to Dust Then make hast Customers
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
c. 200. Who would not be a Tory. 202· Let the Whigs repine and all combine 205. Now the Antichristian crew c. 207. Now now the bad Old Cause is tapt 209. I Hang and behead until you be dead 212. Come all you Caballers and Parliament Votes 213. 'T was a foolish fancy Jemmy 215. Rouse Rouse my laisy Myrmidons 217. Faction and Folly alas will deceive you 219. Let Canons roar from Sea to Shore 221. Have you heard of a Festival Convent 222. Ods hearty Wounds I se not to Plowing 225. Now by my Love the greatest Oaths c. 226. O the Plot Discoverers 227. Drown Melancholy in a Glass of Wine 228. Make room for an honest Red-Coat 231. Our Oates last week not worth a Grâ—at 234. Some say the Papists had a Plot. 437. Now Innocent Blood 's almost forgot 236. There is an old story 241. Come cut again the Game 's not done 243. Informing of late's a notable Trade 246. Since counterfeit Plots have affected this Age. 248. The Deel assist the Plotting Whigs 251. Jack Presbyter's up and hopes at one swoop 253. This is the Cabal of some Protestant Lords 255. Come make a good Toast 257. Ah! Cruel bloody Tom. 260. Tell me no more there must be something in 't 263. Anagram and Acrostick on the Salamanca Sizer 264. THese Songs you may have in a large Collection with the Notes Together with several Loyal Poems Prints and Papers upon several occasions at the Entrance into the Old-Spring-Garden near Charing-Cross Also any Musick-Books or Songs may be there Printed Books Printed and Sold by Nath. Thompson at the Entrance into the Old-Spring-Garden near Charing-Cross A Narrative of the Phanatical Plot setting forth the Treasonable and Wicked Designs which they have been carrying on against the King and Government ever since the last Westminster Parliament With an account of their Treacherous contrivances against several worthy persons and the Measures which was used to take off the Evidence by Subornation To which is added a Relation of the evil practices of John Rouse who was lately executed at Tyburn Will. Lewis who stands convicted and others By John Zeal Gent. Price 1 s. A Vindication of the Lord Russels Speech and Innocence in a Dialogue betwixt Whig and Tory Being the same that was promised to the Observator in a Penny-Post Letter Price 4 d. Staffords Memoirs or a Brief and Impartial account of the Birth and Quality Imprisonment Tryal and Principles Declaration Comportment Devotion Last Speech and Final end of William late Lord Viscount Stafford beheaded on Tower-Hill Wednesday the 29th of December 1680. Whereunto is annexed a short Appendix concerning some passages in Stephen Colledges Tryal at Oxford Price 1 s. 6 d. The Lawyer Out-law'd or a Brief Answer to Mr. Hunt's defence of the Charter With some useful Remarks on the Commons proceedings in the last Parliament at Westminster in a Letter to a friend Price 6 d. A Dialoge between the Devil the Salamanca Dr. A Letter to Mr. Elkana Settle occasioned upon his Famous Recanting and Plot-Ridiculing Narrative Price 4. d Some Brief Remarks on the Debates of the House of Commons in the last Parliament at Oxford c. Price 6 d. Oates's Manifesto or the complaint of Titus Oates against the Dr. of Salamanca And the same Dr. against Titus Oates occasioned by some inconsistent Evidence given about the damnable Popish Plot. Price 6 d. The Arraignment of Co-Ordinate-Power wherein all Arbitrary-proceedings are laid open to all Abhorrers and Addressers With a touch at the London Petition and Charter c. very useful for all Lawyers and Gentlemen price 1 s. The Genealogies of the High-born Prince and Princess George and Anne of Denmark c. shewing the Lineal Descent of these two Noble and Illustrious Families with their Matches Issues Times of Death Place of Sepulcher Impresses Devices c. From the year of Grace M. to this present year 1684. extracted from the most Authâ—ntick Testimonies of the best Hystorians and Antiquaries of their times Price bound 1 s. Januâ— Scientiarum Or a Compendious Introduction to Geography Chronology Government Hystory Phylosophy And all Gentile sorts of Literature price Bound 6 d. Anima Mundi Or an Hystorical Narration of the Opinions of the Ancients concerning Man's Soul after this Life according to un-enlightened Nature Great iâ— Diana of the Ephesians Or the Original of Idolatry Together with the Politick Institution of the Gentiles Sacrifices Both Bound together price 1 s. 6 d. All three written by Charles Blount Gent. The Compleat Swearing-Master c. The Character of an Ignoramus Doctor A Collection of New Loyal SONGS Made since the beginning of the PLOT The Tune How Vnhappy is Phillis in Love 1. LEt Oliver now be forgotten His Policy 's quite out of Dores Let Bradshaw and Hewson lie rotten Like Sons of Phanatical Whores For Tony's grown a Patrician By Voting damn'd Sedition For many years Fam'd Politician The Mouth of all Presbyter Peers 2. Old Tony a Turn-coat at Worster Yet swore he 'd maintain the King 's Right But Tony did Swagger and Bluster Yet never drew Sword on his side For Tony is like an old Stallion He has still the Pox of Rebellion And never was sound Like the Camelion Still changing his Shape and his Ground 3. Old Rowley's return'd Heavens bless Him From Exile and Danger set free Old Tony made hast to Address him And swore none more Loyal than he The King who knew him a Traytor And saw him squint like a Satyr Yet through his Grace Pardon'd the Matter And gave him since the Purse and the Mace 4. And now little Chancellour Tony With Honour had Feather'd his Wing And carefully pick'd up the Money But never a Groat for the King But Tony's Luck was confounded The Duke who smoak'd him a Round-head From Head to Heel Tony was sounded Great York soon put a spoke in his Wheel 5. But now little Tony in Passion Like Boy that had nettl'd his Breech Maliciously took an occasion To make a most delicate Speech He told the King like a Croney If e're he hop'd to have Money He must be Rul'd Oh fine Tony Was ever Potent Monarch so school'd 6. The King issues out a Proclamation By Learned and Loyal Advice But Tony possesses the Nation The Councel will never be wise For Tony is madder and madder And Monmouth's blown like a Bladder And L e too Who grows gladder That they Great York are like to subdue 7. But Destiny shortly will cross it For Tony's grown Gouty and Sick In spight of his Spiggot and Fawcet The States-man must go to Old Nick For Tony rails at the Papists Yet he himself is an Atheist Though so precise Foolish and Apish Like holy Quack or Priest in Disguise 8. But now let this Rump of the Law see A Maxim as Learned in part Who e're with his Prince is too sawcy 'T is fear'd he 's a Traytor in 's heart Then Tony cease to be witty By
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
Now we have founded The bottom which confounded Our Plotting Parliament of late Who had our King surrounded Hamden and others And Trenchard were Brothers Who were to kill the King and Duke And hang us for their Murthers No Shamming nor Flamming c. 5. Surprising the Tower And Court in an Hour And enter in at the Traytors Gate But was not in their Power Our Guards now are Doubled E're long they will be Trebled The Harmony of Gun and Drum Makes Guilty Conscience Troubled No Shamming nor Flamming c. 6. If Grey is Retaken The Root o' th' Plot is shaken Russel lately lost his Head The Bleeding Cause to Waken M h in Town still With Armstrong his Council The Lady G y may find him out Under some Smock or Gown still No Shamming nor Flamming c. 7. Give 'em no Quarter They Aim at Crown and Garter They 're of that Bloody Regiment That made their King a Martyr Leave none to breed on They 'd make us to bleed on They are the bloody'st Caniballs That ever men did Read on No Shamming nor Flamming No Ramming nor Damming No Ignoramus Jury's now For Whiggs bâ—t onlâ— Hanging State and Ambition A New SONG at the Dukes Theatre STate and Ambition alas will deceive ye there 's no solid joy but the Blessing of Love Scorn does of pleasure fair Silvia bereave ye your fame is not perfect till that you remove Monarch's that sway the vast Globe in their glory now Love is their brightest jewel of Power Poor Strephon's heart was ordain'd to adore ye ah then disdain his Passion no more 2. Jove in his Throne was the Victim of Beauty his thunder laid by he from Heaven came down Shap'd like a Swan to fair Leda paid duty and priz'd her far more than his Heavenly Crown She too was pleas'd with her Beautiful Lover she strok'd his fair Plumes and feasted her Eye And he too in loving knew well how to move her by Billing begins the business of Joy 3. Since Divine Powers examples have given If we do not follow their precepts we sin Sure 't will appear an affront to their Heaven If when the Gates open we enter not in Beauty my dearest was from the beginning ordained to cool Mans amorous rage And she that against that decree will be sinning in Spring she will find the Winter of Age. 4. Think on the pleasure while Love 's in its glory let not your scorn Loves great Altar disgrace The time may come when no Swain will adore ye or smooth the least wrinkle age lays on your face Then hast to enjoyment whilst love is fresh blooming and in thy height and vigour of day Each minute we lose our pleasure 's consuming and seven years to come will not one past repay 5. Think my dear Silvia the Heavenly blessing of loving in Youth is the Crown of our days Short are the hours where Love is possessing but tedious the minuits when crost with delays Love 's the soft Anvil where Nature's agreeing all mankind are form'd and by it they move 'T is thence my dear Silvia and I have our being the Caesar and Swain spring from Almighty Love 6. I see my dear Silvia at last has consented that blush in your Cheek does plainly appear And nought but delay shall be ever repented so faithful I 'll prove and so true to my Dear Then Hymen prepare and light all thy Torches perfume thy head Altar and strew all the way By little degrees Love makes his approaches but Revels at night for the loss of the day Pluto the Prince of Darkness his Entertainment of Collonel Algernoon Sidney upon his Arrival at the Infernal Palace Tune Hail to Mirtle Shade Pluto Room for great Algernoon You Furies that stand in his â—ay Let an Officer to me come who serv'd me every day Promoting Sedition and Evil To alter the Church and State He deserves an Imployment in Hell He has done great service of late Pluto He 's one of the Damn'd old Crew Who Voted the Death of the King At Oxford again he did sue To be at the self-same thing All Mischiefs on Earth he devis'd All hazards he also did run To render my Name solemniz'd With the Rabble of London Town Pluto To Monarchy he was a Foe Religion he always disdain'd ' Gainst Government and Laws too Damn'd Anarchy he maintain'd I 'll give Thee Preferment here Since England has banisht thee thence Brave Sidney thou need'st not fear Thou shalt have great recompence Shaftsbury Now Monarchy has prevail'd Our Fanatick Plots to defeat On whom is the Cause entail'd who 'l stand it in spight of Fate We that maintain'd it so long From Justice were forced to flye If you then had come along You needed not there to die Essex The Factious are quite undone For loss of the Fanatick Peers Now Shaftsbury and I are gone Poor Oates has lost his Ears For M h our Shams and Intrigues To th' World has plainly declar'd And H d our solemn Leagues In the Plot a long time prepar'd Russel I 'm glad you are safe arriv'd Tho' I doubt you met Jack by the way Now M h is reconcil'd What a plague is become of Gray Rebellion could ne'r disallow Conspiring against the Prince Though I by a Sham-dying Vow Did plead great Innocence The Kings Health set to Farrinel's Grounds In six PARTS First Strain JOy to Great Caesar Long Life Love and Pleasure 'T is a Health that Divine is Fill the Bowl high as mine is Let none fear a Feaver But take it off thus Boys Let the King leave for ever 'T is no matter for us Boys Second Strain TRy all the Loyal Defy all Give denial Sure none thinks his Glass too big here Nor any Prig here Or Sneaking Whig here Of Cripple Tony's Crew That now looks blew His Heart Akes too The Tap wo'nt do His Zeal so true And Projects new Ill Fate does now pursue Third Strain LEt Tories Guard the King Let Whigs in Halters swing Let Pilk and Shute be sham'd Let Bugg'ring Oates be damnâ—d Let Cheating Player be nick'd The Turn-coat Scribe be kick'd Let Rebel City Don 's Never beget their Sons Let ev'ry Whiggish Peer That Rapes a Lady fair And leaves his only Dear The Sheets to gnaw and tear Be punish'd out of Hand And forc'd to pawn his Land T' attone the grand Affair Fourth Strain GReat Charles like Jehovah spares those would un-King him And warms with His Graces the Vipers that sting Him 'Till Crown'd with just Anger the Rebels he seizes Thus Heaven can Thunder when ever it pleases Jigg THen to the Duke fill fill up the Glass The Son of our Martyr belov'd of the King Envy'd and Lov'd Yet Bless'd from above Secur'd by an Angel safe under his Wing Sixth Strain FAction and Folly And State Melancholly With â—ony in Whigland for ever shall dwell Let Wit Wine and Beauty Then teach us our Duty For none e're can Love or be Wise and Rebel A New