England scorns to fly Old Jemmy stout as He Their Plots and Malice we defie And all their Treachery 8. May Heav'n which him did raise O' th' Protestant Profession In His Immortal Race Maintain the just Succession That no pretending Bastard bold In time to come may dare His lawless Title to uphold Against the lawful Heir A new Song made by a Person of Quality and sung before His Majesty at Winchester Tune Cook Lawrel 1. A Tory came late through Westminster-hall And as he past by heard a Citizen bawl The Judges are Perjur'd and we are undone Our Liberty's lost and our Charter is gone 2. This comes of our Prating since Colledge is dead This comes of our Plotting without â—ony's Head For he had more wit in his Treason by half As he hookâ—d himself on he crook'd himself off 3. He scarce had said this when a Baron approac'd That ruin'd two Sisters the younger debauch'd The Reasons he cry'd I 'm loath to describe He would have a Maiden-head out of the Tribe 4. The next came a Peer a Knight of great Fame One Famous for Stabbing the other was Lame O Heavens in what a strange Age do we dwell When Bully's Reform and Cripples Rebel 5. With them the sweet Speaker Wi. W s I saw His Head full of Projects but empty of Law For he 't is observ'd has been dull as a Dog Since Pe n batoon'd him for calling him Râ— 6. Peart Wa op and Win on Mutinies breed Yet still in the Cause for no purpose are Fee'd For Cradeck will offer himself for a Drudge If either of them will be fit for a Judge 7. Old Ma rd all ages in Faction was chief Now Mumbles by rote ne'r looks in his Brief But rotten Rebellion will never last long He spit out his Teeth will cough out his Tongue 8. Now by the Re er new Cards must be plaid That Body of Law with a Sarazens-Head That Spanâ—el-like fawns on the King to his face And yet makes the Whigs just amends for his place 9. For Magistrate Patience I plainly confess I 've little to say because he 's in Distress But he that sat once in th' Cities great Chair Would a Pillory grace so I wish he were there 10. Dubois and Papillion the Cities sham Shrieves Whose Truth and whose Loyalty no man believes That Arrested the Mayor and no danger forsaw To keep from self-hanging I leave to the Law 11. For Law they complain'd of the Lawyers they boast They 'r pleasâ—d till by Law they their Ch had lost Law Law was the cry of the Mutinous Crew The Devil 's in 't if they ha'nt Law enough now 12. Scribe Cl n's Wife deckt with the spoils of the poor Embroiderâ—d in Scarlet like Babylon's Whore But let me advise him to strip off her Red And make her a Peticoat of her Green-Bed 13. Old Pl yer grown rampant late pickt up a Whore And swore he 'd recant be Whiggish no more By Tories made Drunk in the Company 's view The Saint kist her C t and drank healths in her Shoe 14 Now listen ye Whigs and hear what I speak A Monarch like Heaven can give and can take But you for Rebellion no Reason can bring So hang your selves all and God save the King The New-market SONG Tune Old Symon the King 1. THe Golden Age is come The Winter-storms are gone The Flowers spread and Bloom And smile to see the Sun Who daily gilds each Grove And calms the Air and Seas Dame Nature seems in Love And all the World 's at ease You Rogue so saddle Ball Iâ—ll to New market scour You never mind when I call I shouâ—d have been there this hour For there is all Sporting and Game Without any â—lotting of State From Whigs and another such Sham Deliver us deliver us O Fate Let 's be to each other a â—rey To be cheaâ—ed be ev'ry ones Lot Or chous'd any sort of a way But by another Damn'd Plot. Let Cullies that lose at the Race Go venture at Hazard and win And he that is bubbl'd at Dice Recover 't at Cocking again Let Jades that are founder'd be bought Let Jockeys play Crimp to make sport For 'faith it was strange methought to see Vintner beat the Court. 2. Each corner of the Town Rings with perpetual noise The Oyster bawling Clown Joyns with hot Pudding-pies And both in Consort keep To vend their stinking Ware The drowzy God of Sleep Hath no Dominion there Hey boys the Jockeys roar If the Mare and the Gelding run I 'll hold you Five Guineys to Four He beats her and gives half a stone God d me quoth Bully 't is done Or else I 'm a Son of a Whore And fain wou'd I meet with the man Would offer it would offer it once more See see the damn'd Faâ—e of the Town A Fop that was starving of late And scarcely cou'd borrow a Crown Puts in to run for the Plate Another makes chousing a Trade And dreams of his Projects to come And many a Crimp match has made By bribing another man's Groom The Towns-men are Whiggish God rot 'em Their hearts are but Loyal by fits For shou'd you search to the bottom They 're as nasty as their Streets 3. But now all hearts beware See see on yonder Downs Beauty now tryumphs there And at this distance wounds In the Amazonian Wars Thus all the Virgins shone And like the glittering Stars Paid homage to the Moon Love proves a Tyrant now And there doth proudly dwell For each stubborn heart must bow He has found a new way to kill For ne'r was invented before Such Charms of additional Grace Nor has Divine Beauty such Pow'r In ev'ry in ev'ry fair Face Ods bud cries my Country-man John Was ever the like before seen By Hats and by Feathers they ve on I se took 'em eâ—n all for men Embroider'd and fine as the Sun Their Horses and Trappings of Gold Such a sight I shall ne'r see again If I live to a hundred years old This this is the Countreys discourse All wondring at this rare sight Then Roger go saddle my Horâ—e For I will be there to night A New Song on the Fan. Plot Tune Hey Boys up go We NOw now the Plot is all come out That caus'd our Doubts and Fears And all the Tribe that made the Rout Both Commoners and Peers The mighty Patrns of the Cause Gainst Pagan Popery Who rais'd a Gibbet for our Foes And hey Boys up go we 2. With Sanctify'd Religious Zeal The Brethren did agree To raise our Ancient Commonweal On Christian Liberty To undermine the Church and State And blow up Monarchy But now alas 't is our own Fate And hey Boys up go We. 3. A Holy Covenant we took To Sacrifice the King And next to him the Royal Duke A Bloody Offering For which according to the Vote The Papists all shou'd die But now the Saints have chang'd their note And hey Boys up go
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
wrought his Restauration With high respects they treat his Grace His Royal Cause maintain Brave Albany to Scotland's Praise Is Mighty York again 9. Against his envious Fates The Kirk hath taught a Lesson A Blessing on the States To settle the Succession They real were both Knight and Lord And will his Rights maintain By Royal Parliament restor'd Old Jemmy's come again 10. And now He 's come again In spight of all Pretenders Great Albany shall Reign Amongst the Faiths Defenders Let Whig and Brimigham repine They shew their Teeth in vain The Glory of the Brittish Line Old Jemmy's come again The Honour of Great York and Albany to a new Tune 1. THe Commons now are at a stand And evermore I hope shall be For Scotland will be a help at hand For Great James Duke of Al-ba-ny For Scotland 2. A braver Nation he can't have For Love for Truth for Loyalty Each Man will Fight into his Grave For great James Duke of Albany Each man c. 3. A Souldier stout is he and brave As ever any man did see God bless the King and Queen and Save Our Great James Duke of Albany God bless c. 4. He very Wise and Pious is There 's no Man knows the Contrary Then Damn'd be him that thinks amiss Of Great James Duke of Albany Then Damn'd c. 5 All Loyal Subjects him must love The Heir Apparent still is he Next to the King there 's none above Our Great James Duke of Albany Next to the King c. 6. Then let our Reason our ill Will sway And every man upon his Knee I do not mean to drink but Pray For Great James Duke of Albany I do not mean c. 7. There 's no man is so mad to think That Drinking can availing be 'T is better for to Fight than Drink For Great James Duke of Albany 'T is better c. 8. Yet do not think I 'll bawk his Health But with my cup most moderately I 'll drink I 'll fight and spend my wealth For Great James Duke of Albany I 'll Drink I 'll fight and spend c. The Well-wishers to the Royal Family To a New Tune 1. NOw the Tories that Glories In Royal Jemmy's return The Tavern shall Roar it and Score it Your Caps and Bonnets burn Let the Lads and Lasses Set foot foot in their Turn And he that passes his Glasses May he never Scape the Horn Royal James is come again There 's for honest men room again The true Heir is come again Fop Pretenders we scorn Then Hey Boys laugh it and quaff it Let Whigs and Zealots mourn 2. Let Impeaches and Speeches Be with the Authors pull'd down And all that Preaches or Teaches Against the Heir of the Crown No more the Zealous shall tell us Of the Succession of the Throne Till the Rebellious so Zealous His lawful Interest own Monarchy is got up again Every Man take his Cup again Till we make the Whigs stoop again Who our Peace wou'd enthrall And every Rebel that Libel'd Do at his Foot stool fall 3. Let 's be Loyal and Joy-al Spite of each Factious Caball Who daily deny all defie all That we can Loyalty call Who Smoaking and Soaking With the return of the Rump Sadly Looking sit Croaking To see it Wore to 'th Stump Then set the Glass Round again For our time let 's not spend in vain But let us now Drink a Main Fill it up to the Brim Come round Boys let 's Trowl it Bowl it Till our Joys they do swim 4. For Him our Choices and Voices Shall all hereafter be free Whilst each one Rejoyces our Noises Shall defend the Raging o' th Sea We 'l attend him befriend him Let Malice Vote what it will Coyn we 'l Lend Him Defend Him And we 'l rejoyce in Him still Then let us no Mirth refrain Since that now he is safe again Well having escap'd the Main From the Salt Waters set free Then Hey Boys laugh it and quaff it And let us Mery be 5. Though the Zealous grow Jealous And Create much needless fear By which means they 'd Drill us and Will us Like themselves to appear But no Wonder since Plunder Is that at which they aim That the Whigs wander under Religious Guile which they Shame But at last we have found them And from the bottom unwound them So that each man may found them And laugh at the Old Cause Which was the Ruine and undoing Of King and Kingdoms Laws 6. Then let 's Rout 'em and Flout 'em Who rails at the Succession That would Rout Him whom we so esteem Beyond all Expression Fill Clarret who 's for it And let each Bumper go round Who doth bar it or spare it May he with Goats Horns be Crown'd Here 's a Health to the Dutchess Grant her long Life Health and Riches And a Young Prince is all our wishes Whilst all the Factious Repine Then come away wi 't ne'r stay it Let no man baulk his Wine London's Joy and Loyalty On His Royal Highnesses Return from Scotland 1. ROuze up ye Tories Of this Factious Land Now Loyalty Hath got the Upper-hand The Rabble-rout Their Errours shall disclaim And Homage pay To York's Illustrious Name The London Mayor Is faithful to his Trust And the two present Sh'riffs Wou'd fain be counted Just And every Factious Rebel Through the Town agree To shew the heighth Of London's Loyalty 2. Now the loud Threatning Tempest is dispers'd And all their shamming Plots Are quite revers'd Great Jemmy's happy Restauration here Makes a new day In London â—s Hemisphere The Clouds are gone That did oppress his Reign And joyful day breaks forth In this glad Land again Then to the Mighty Duke Of York and Albany Now London London Shew thy Loyalty 3. A Royal Pair With their Illustrious Train To London's Joy Are now Return'd again Great Gracious Charles Does in the Front appear And Princely York Advances in the Rear The Right Successor Is Return'd again Whom former Faction Sent an Exile o'r the Main Then to the Mighty Duke Of York and Albany Now London London Shew thy Loyalty 4. Heave'n Bless the King Preserve the Lawful Heir Let â—ories Sing And Brimighams Despair To see Great York Invested in his own Spight of all Fop Pretenders to the Throne Then Truth and Justice Shall our Joys restore Associations shall Destroy our Peace no more But to our Gracious King With York and Albany All Subjects seek To shew their Loyalty The Tory Song on His Highness Return from Scotland To the Tune of The Prince of Orange 's Delight 1. ROom room for Cavaliers bring us more Wine His Highness is Landed about with the Glass The Brimigham-piece is but Counterfeit Coyn Yet fain for good Sterling among as wou'd pass Hey Bowman more Wine Fill up to the Brim While Zealots repine We 'll frolick and sing For Oats is confounded That Turn-coated Round-head Then let us be Loyal and true to our King
what the Doctor intended Yet he may for one thing be said to be commended He said that the Pope Pray mind 't is a Trope Wou'd send us his Bulls by the way of the Hope And tho' for the sight we have all along bin waiting I t'other day saw on the Ice a Bull-baiting 4. I hope you 'll believe me 't was a fine Sight As ever I saw on a Queen Besses Night Tho' I must confess I saw no such Dogs there As us'd to attend on th' Infallible Chair Yet there were some Men. Whom I knew again Who bawl'd as they did when they chose Aldermen And Faith it had bin a most excellent Show Had there bin but some Crackers and Serpents to throw 5. Another thing pleas'd me as I hope for Life I saw of a Man that had gotten a Wife To see the rare Wâ—imsies the Woman was sick So never suspected a slippery Trick But when she came there The Ice wou'd not bear But whether 't was his fault or hers I can't swear Yet thus far is true had he lost his Wife He then might have pray'd for a Frost all his life 6. There 's very fine Tricks new subject for Laughter For there you may take a Coach and go by Water So get a Tarpauling too as you are Jogging Tho' a Nymph t'other day for it got a good Flogging There was an old Toast Of Beef had a Roast Which fell into th' Sellar and fairly was lost O see in old Proverbs sometimes there is truth A man is not sure of his Meat till in 's Mouth 7. But I had forgot my chief busâ—ness I swear To give an Account of new Temple street Fair Where most of the Students do daily resort To shew the great love they had always for sport Who oft give a Token I hope 't may be spoken To Whore in a Mask who squeaks like a Pig a Poke in To see such crack't Vessels sail is a new matter Who have bin so shatter'd between Wind Water 8. Like Babel this Fair 's not built with Brick or stone Though here I believe is as great Confusion Now Blanckets are forc'd double Duty to pay On Beds all the night and for Houses all day But there 's something more Some people deplore Their carelesly leaving open Sellar door Which puts me in mind of Jack Presbyter's trick Who from Pulpit descends the like way to old Nick 9. Come all ye young Damsels both swarthy and fair This is the best place to put off your Crackt Ware Here 's Chapmen good store who too 't stifly will stand And scorn to put Coin that is false in your Hand While you 're there abiding And on the Ice Gliding Let 'em say what they will 't is but a back-sliding But if ye shou'd Prove then say I am a Prophet Tho' t is a slippery trick there shall come no more of it 10. There 's many more Tricks but too long to be told Which are not all new tho' there 's none of 'em old There 's the Fellow that Printeth the Old Bailey Trial Who to all the dull Printers does give a Denyal He 'll Print for a Sâ—ce For that is his price Your Name that you brag may 't was done on the Ice And Faith I do think it a very fine thing So my Tale's at an end but first God save the King Toney's Soliloquies Tune The Lamentation of a bad Market 1. WHen the Plot I first invented I was ravisht in conceit To see its Frame so well cemented Varnish'd over with Deceit It was an Infant of my Spirit Nay the Darling of my Soul If its contrivance be a Merit By Jove the Cooper did well Boul. 2. For to give this Engine Motion To arrive where it did tend I fill'd the Vulgar ears with ' Notions And Gospel of my Oaten Friend I antedated all Transactions Distinguisht Stiles of New and Old In the State I made such Fractions Some I Bought and some I Sold. 3. The Mobile I so distemper'd With the Magick of my Care None but wou'd his Soul have ventur'd Where brave Toney bore a Share Have I not in Abomination Held the Miter and Lawn Sleeves And Itcht at a second Sequestration To pull down such Ghostly Theeves 4. Have I not Taught the Sanhedrim To Imperate and not Obey Th' had Genuflections done to them Which men to Crowned Heads do pay Then would I Barter for Repeal O' th Five and Thirtieth of Q. Bess To make a way for Commonweal The Centre of our Happiness 5. How many hot and high Debates In favour of th' Exclusive Bill I bandy'd 'twixt the two Estates Th' effects of my depraved will By Subornation to the Block I brought a Loyal Noble Peer And trusted others to that Lock Which cost my Buck and me so dear 6. In fine poor profligated Wretch For to indulge my Minion Spight My Seared Conscience I did stretch And did Old Rowley's Guards Indict I did espouse all Wickedness And only lov'd what 's purely Evil In that alone was my excess Then take thy own Associate Devil Rejoyce in Tryumph Or a Plaudite on the Ottamens defeat at Vienna Tune Hark how the thundring Connons roar 1. I 'M glad to hear the Cannons roar Resounding from the German shoar Better News than heretofore That Babels Beast is wounded The Christians brave both all and some Charge with the Horse and Kettle-Drum The Enemy of Christendom Till â—urks are quite confounded 2. The King of Poland in a Phraise The great Grand-Seigneur did amaze And the noise his Siege did raise Couragious Solymannus If you resolve to come again You must recruit both might and main Or else it will be all in vain To think that thy'l trepan us 3. His Christian Majesty of France Doth Booty play the Germans dance And he doth laugh at our mischance Himself he dare not venter But Pimp the Beast and Babels Whore And he â—o-peep stands at the door While the wanton Cannon roar Then Hector-like he 'l enter 4. But spite on Turk and Great Mogul And Pox upon the Scarlet Trull And we Poppie too dare pull If Charles be our Commander For though He Neutral seem to be He can command both Land and Sea And over-throw the big-look'd Three And trace brave Alexander 5. Then let no rancor joyn'd with hate Make Ruptures in the Church or State But all submit to Divine Fate And keep within our Border Let none old England then forsake Since Crowns and Kingdoms lye at Stake If Forreign War to undertake Till Charles get further Order 6. The Germans tall that heretofore They Captive took one Bull and Boar The Minotaurus of a Whore Did roar like any Thunder Then P. P. how could this be The Great Gibralter of the Sea Whose Army was to Fight with thee And force the World to wonder 7. But Ottomon pray get you gone We Christians do but draw you on We 'l greater Booty have or none And if you 'l not prevent it