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
Who of Commonwealth has laid Foundation Which the Nation So hotly does pursue Let him be rewarded in the Tower For his Merits due By that busie Plotting head laid lower We may perhaps escape what might ensue 3. Perkin make fine legs to the shouting Rabble Who to make him King he thinks are able But the Bauble Is only shew'd for use The silly Idiot serves but for a Tool still For Knaves to work their Feats And will remain but a dull mistaken Fool still For all their damn'd Cabals Wapping Treats 4. The most zealous Parliament devoted For the Publick good devoutly voted Pray note it That the Duke must ne'er be King And like honest faithfull loyal Subjects His Majesty implore To sign their Pious and Religious Projects Or else the threatn'd King must reign no more 5. The renowned work of Reformation To be carry'd on throughout the Nation In a Passion They Vote the Canons down Acts and Statutes all must be confounded Law and Justice too To make way for the proud rebellious roundhead That they once more the Nation may undo 6. Lords and Bishops both are useless Voted And the factious crew who gravely Plotted Are noted For Lords and Commons too Whigs and Brumighams with shams and stories Are True Protestants And Protestants are Masquerates and Tories The Modern Reformation of the Saints 7. Old Queen Bess that made the best Indentures Good King Jemmy too against Dissenters He ventures To turn them out of doors To take in Quakers Puritans and Ranters The Parliament implores To build a Kirk of Whigs and Covenanters And make a Lawful Race of Sons of Whores 8. Rowley now with Wisdom and grave Reason To prevent the swift approaching Treason In season Put a period to their strife In Oxford all their stratagemâ— confounded The Roguish Joyner too And may no better Fate attend the Roundhead That wou'd the Church and Monarchy subdue 6. Oxford Loyal Youths who scorn to sham us With a perjur'd Bill of Ignoramus Or name us For Loyal Traytors known Soon found a flaw i' th bottom of the Joyner By Justice and the Laws Of Church and Commonwealth an Underminer Who fell a Martyr in the Good Old Cause 10. Now for shame ye Zealots be confounded Boast no more Allegiance since a Roundhead Is grounded Upon the Holy Sham How dare ye talk of Loyalty a Hater Of Justice King and Laws Since the Whiggish Protestant is found a Traytor And dies a Martyr in the Good Old Cause Ignoramus An Excellent Song To the Tune of Lay by your Pleading 1 SInce Reformation With Whig's in Fashion There 's neither Equity nor Justice in the Nation Against their Furies There no such Cure is As lately hath been wrought by Ignoramus-Juries Compaction of Faction That breeds all Distraction Is at the Zenith Point but will not bear an Action They sham us and flam us And ram us and damn us And then in spight of Law come off with Ignoramus 2 Oh how they Plotted Brimiâ—hams Voted And all the Mobile the Holy Cause promoted They preach'd up Treason At ev'ry season And taught the Multitude Rebellion was but Reason With Breaches Impeaches And most Loyal Speeches With Royal Bloud again to glut the thirsty Leeches They sham us and flam us c. 3 'T is such a Jury Wou'd pass no Tory Were he as Innocent as a Saint in Glory But let a Brother Ravish his Mother Assassinate his King he wou'd find no other They shamed and blamed At Loyallists aimed But when a Whig's repriev'd the Town with Beacons flamed They sham us and flam us c. 4 This Ignoramus With which they sham us Wou'd find against a York to raise a M th-amus Who clears a Traytor And a King Hater Against his Lawful Prince wou'd find sufficient matter They sought it and wrought it Like Rebels they fought it And with the price of Royal Martyrs blood they bought it They sham us and flam us c. 5 At the Old-Baily Where Rogues flock daily A greater Traytor far then Coleman White or Staley Was late Indicted Witnesses cited But then he was set free so the King was righted ' Gainst Princes Offences Prov'd in all senses But ' gainst a Whig there 's no Truth in Evidences They sham us and flam us c. 6 But wot you what Sir They found it not Sir 'T was ev'ry Jurors Case and there lay all the Plot Sir For at this season Shou'd they do reason Which of themselves wou'd scape if they found it Treason Compassion in fashion The Int'rest of th' Nation Oh what a Godly point is self-preservation They sham us and flam us c. 7 'Las what is Conscience In Baxter's own sense When Int'rest lies at stake an Oath and Law is Nonsense Now they will banter Quaker and Ranter To find a Loyallist and clear a Covenanter They 'l wrangle and brangle The Soul intangle To save the Traytors Neck from the old Triangle They flam us and sham us c. 8 Alass for pitty Of this good City What will the Tories say in their drunken Dity When all Abettors And Monarch-haters The Brethren damn'd their Souls to save Malicious Traytors But mind it long winded With prejudice blinded Lest what they did reject another Jury find it Then sham us and flam us And ram us and damn us When against King and Law you find an Ignoramus London's Loyalty To a Pleasant New Tune Call'd Burton-Hall 1 ROwze up Great Genius Of this Potent Land Lest Traytors once more Get the upper hand The Rebel Crowd their Former Tenents own And Treason worse than Plagues Infect the Town The Sneaking Mayor And his two Pimping Shreeves Who for their honesty No better are then Theeves Fall from their Sov'raigns side To Court the Mobile Oh! London London Where 's thy Loyalty 2 First Yorkshire Patience Twirls his Copper Chain And hopes to see a Commonwealth again The Sneaking Fool Of breaking is affraid Dares not changeâ— is side For fear he lose his Trade Then Loyal Slingsby Does their Fate Divine He that Abjur'd the King Bnd all his Sacred Line And is suppos'd His Fathers Murderer to be Oh! Bethel Bethel Where 's thy Loyalty 3 A most Notoâ—ious Villain Late was caught And after to the Bar Of Justice brought But â—lingsby packâ—r a Jury Of his own Of worser Rogues then e're Made Gallows groanâ— Then Dugdales Evidence was soon decry'd That was sâ— just and honestâ— When Old Stafford dy'd Now was a perjur'd Villain And he ly'd Oh! Justice Justice Where 's thy Equity 4 Now Cl ton murmures Treason unprovok'd First sup'd the King and after Wish'd him choak't ' Cause Danby's Place was Well bestow'd before He Rebel turns seduc'd By Scarlet Whore His sawcy Pride aspires To High Renown Leather Breeches are forgot In which he trudgâ—d to Town Nought but the Treasury Can please the scribling Clown Oh! Robin Robin Whereâ—s thy Modesty 5 Pl er now grows dull And pines for want of Whore Poor Creswel
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-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
Laws Now now or never Crush the Serpent's Head Or else the Poyson Through the Land will spread The Noble Mayor And his two Loyal Sherieves Bearing the Sword 's assaulted By Usurping Thieves Who their Rebellious Ryots Would maintain by Law Oh! London London Where 's thy Justice now 2. Smite smite the Snakes Did first their Sting reveal Stabbing thy Royal Brother in the Heel And struck so many Loyal Martyr's dead Now in the Sun Flies boldly at the Head Slaves that resist All Power but their own He that would usurp the Chair Would next usurp the Throne Who neither Royal Heir Nor Loyal Mayors allow Oh! London London Where 's thy Charter now 3. London of Faction's The eternal Spring Yet so much favour'd By a Gracious King Who does such Deeds That have no parallel Only to teach Thy Children to Rebel This will record thee In the Books of Fame This bold Attempt no Law Nor Precedent can claim Blood and the Crown Papillion And Dubois out-do Oh! London London Where 's thy Charter now 4. Was this the way Your Ryots to repair In spight oâ—th Charter To Arrest the Mayor And gainst the Sh'riffs Your sham Actions bring ' Cause justly chosen And approv'd by th' King What call you this but Treason Whilst the Fool That did Arrest the Mayor Expects himself to Rule And save his own no other Power would allow Oh! London London Where 's thy Charter now 5. Hang up the Factious Heads That dare oppose The Sword of Justice And the Ancient Laws Who in his Office Dare Arrest the Mayor Disowns the Pow'r That plac'd Him in the Chair Tantara ra-ra Let the Trumpets sound Double all your Guards and let The Cent'nels stand their ground He that Arrests the Mayor Would bind the Monarch too Oh! London London Where 's thy Charter now London's Lamentation for the loss of their Charter Tune Packington's Pound 1. YOu Free-men and Masters and Prentices mourn For now You are left with your Charter forlorn Since London was London I dare boldly say For your Ryots you never so dearly did pay In Westminster-hall Your Dagon did fall That caus'd You to Ryot and Mutiny all Oh London Oh London thou 'dst better had none Than thus with thy Charter to vie with the Throne 2. Oh London Oh London how cou'dst Thou pretend Against thy Defender Thy Crimes to defend Thy Freedoms and Rights from kind Princes did spring And yet in contempt thou withstandest Thy King With bold brazen Face They pleaded Thy Case In hopes to the Charter the King wou'd give place Oh London thou 'dst better no Charter at all Than thus for Rebellion thy Charter shou'd fall 3. Since Britains to London came over to dwell You had an old Charter to buy and to sell And whilst in Allegiance each honest man lives Then you had a Charter for Lord Mayor and Sheriffs But when with Your Pride You began to backslide And London of Factions did run w'th ' Tide Then London Oh London 't is time to withdraw Lest the floud of Your Factions the Land over-flow 4. When Faction and fury of Rebels prevail'd When Coblers were Kings Monarchs were jayl'd When Masters in Tumults their Prentices led And the Tail did begin to make war with the Head When Thomas and Kate Did bring in their Plate T' uphold the Old Cause of the Rump of the State Then tell me Oh London I prethee now tell Hadst thou e'r a Charter to Fight and Rebel 5. When zealous Sham Sheriffs the City oppose In spight of the Charter the King and the â—aws And make such a Ryot and Rout in the Town That never before such a Racket was known When Ryoters dare Arrest the Lord May'r And force the King's Substitute out of the Chair Oh London whose Charter is now on the Lees Did Your Charter e'r warrant such actions as these 6. Alas for the Brethren what now must they do For choosing Whig-Sheriffs and Burgesses too The Charter with Patience is gone to the pot And the Doctor is lost in the depth of the Plot St. Stephen his Flayl No more will prevail Nor Sir Robert's Dagger the Charter to bail Oh London thou 'dst better have lain in the Fire Then thus thy old Charter shou'd stick in the Mire 7. But since with your Folly your Faction and Pride You sink with the Charter who strove with the Tide Let all the lost Rivers return to the Main From whence they descended They 'l spring out again Submit to the King In every thing Then of a New Charter New Sonnets we 'll sing As London the Phoenix of England ne'r dies So out of the Flames a new Charter will rise The Wine-Coopâ—rs Delight Tune of The Delights of the Bottle THe Delights of the Bottle are turn'd out of dores By Factious Fanatical sons of damn'd Whores French Wines Prohibition meant no other thing But to Poyson the Subject begger the King Good Nature 's suggested with Dregs like to choak her Of fulsom stum'd Wine by the cursed Wine Cooper Our plaguy Wine Cooper has tamper'd so much To find out the subtilty of the false Dutch He tinctures prickt White wine that never was good Till it mantles and sparkles looks like Bulls bloud But when it declines and its Spirits expire He adds more Ingredients and makes it look higher His old rotten Pipes where he keeps all his Trash For fear they should burst Sir he hoops them with Ash When the Sophistication begins for to froth And boils on the Fret Sir he wisely pulls forth A Tap which gives vent to the grounds of the Cause And then is to vamp up a second Red Nose Then this dingy Wine-Cooper stops it up again And keeps it unvented till 't is all on a flame The Intelligences then were invented to show Where Wine of strange Vertues in plenty did flow People from all parts of the Nation did come Both Lords Knights and Gentlemen Doctor Bum. The Cooper then pulls the Tap out of his side And drinks to the Elders of all the good Tribe But when they had gusâ—'d about all the Bowls They found a strange freedom it gave to their Souls Of secrets in Nature that never were known It gave Inspiration from Beggar to Throne For the Cooper himself full Brimmers did draw And all the whole Gang were oblig'd to do so Amongst these Gabals there was no such thing As a Health once propos'd to the D. or the King But drank to that Idol of Hopes in their Powers And Sons of most Infamous Hackney old Whores Then the Rable had notice from Smith and from Ben What a Heavenly Liquor was sent amongst men Both Tinkers and Coblers the Broom men and Sweep Before this Wine-Cooper in Flocks they did meet And each under-foot stampt his old greazy Bonnet To drink M th's Health Boys whate'r come on it The Cooper preceiving his Trade to approach He then was resolved once more to debauch To encourage the Rable and shew
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