A View of the POPISH-PLOT;
OR,
A Touch of the Cunning Contrivance of the Romish Faction,
from the Year Seventy-Eight, to this late Time.
To the Tune of, The bonny Blacksmith.
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COme listen a while both Young and Old,
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While I in brief to you will unfold,
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A Ditty as true as ever was told,
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Which no body can deny.
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In Seventy-Eight the Jesuit-Plot
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Was private, yet Hellish, and desperate hot,
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For which some at last did go fairly to Pot,
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Which no body can deny.
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Some Papist L----- did strive to devour
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A Protestant Monarch who then was in power,
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For which they were decently sent to the Tower,
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Which no body can deny.
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With Fire and Sword they thought to have marr'd
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The Protestants and not a Soul to have spar'd.
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And therefore the Citizens stood on their Guard,
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Which no body can deny.
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As soon as the Crew of the Jesuits see
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They were to be punisht for this villany,
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They presently Murder'd Sir Edmund Godfrey,
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Which no body can deny.
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Then Harcourt and other sweet Sons of the [Nooze],
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Which nothing of Law in the least could excuse
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Why, these had the honour to die in their Shooes,
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Which no body can deny.
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With promises fair they were sweetly led on,
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To clearly [deny all] as much as they c[an]
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'Till Coleman cry'd out, What belie[f is in Man]?
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Which no body can deny.
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Then straight a false Rumor was rais'd in the Town,
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Some Courtiers did on the true Protestants frown,
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Nay, valiant brave Monmouth with speed they ran down,
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Which no body can deny.
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The hanious Distractions most violent hot,
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The Papists desir'd might have been forgot,
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Or otherwise call it a Protestant Plot,
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Which no body can deny.
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And then for a cunning and subtile Device,
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Some honest Men's lives was an absolute price,
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And thus all Affairs was turn'd round in a trice,
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Which no body can deny.
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Some persons for Favour, at Protestants fume,
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Thus R------ and S------- was brought to their doom,
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They fell by the fury and malice of Rome,
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Which no body can deny.
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The Monster became the grand Scourge of the Age,
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Ever since Popery mounted the Stage,
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But now he's shut up like a Bird in a Cage,
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Which no body can deny.
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Then those that discover'd the Jesuit Crew,
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And what they were seeking and plotting to do,
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These was to be Whipt, ay, and Pillory'd too,
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Which no body can deny.
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They never cou'd stop Doctor O------- his Mouth,
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Altho' he was then Degraded forsooth,
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Nay, Whipt and Imprison'd for speaking the Truth,
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Which no body can deny.
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Now he that first found out the Whipping Trade,
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Which did the D------- and J-------- Degrade,
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Let him by the same an Example be made,
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Which no body can deny.
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Then Jesuits stood for the upper hand,
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And in [the heigh]th of Defiance did stand,
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Against our Clergy and Laws of the Land,
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Which no body can deny.
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In order to [baffle] the Protestant Power,
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[The Bishops away] were sent to the Tower,
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[And a young Prince] of Wales was [Born the same] hour,
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'Tis True, if they do not Lye.
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[The Jesuits then was] never at rest,
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[But still was contriving to] Murder the Test,
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[But now good] King William has quite spoyl'd the Jest
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Which no body can deny.
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