THE
Lord Chancellors Villanies
Discovered.
Or, His Rise and Fall in the Four Last Years:
Tune of, Hey brave Popery, etc.
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GOod people, I pray now attend to my Muse,
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I'll sing of [a ] Villain I cannot abuse,
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The Halter and Axe no such Men will refuse;
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Sing hey brave Chancellor, O fine Chancellor,
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Delicate Chancellor, Oh .
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Tis he was the Cause of the Nations dismay,
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He hath e'er been a Knave from his birth to this day
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To see the Sot hang'd we will make Holiday.
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Sing hey brave Chancellor, etc .
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And first I will shew what he is in grain,
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I care not a pin for the Boobee's disdain,
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His deeds now in brief unto you I'll proclaim.
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He was the Inventer of Oate 's Punishment,
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From Newgate to Tyburn , and thither he sent,
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To him well Whipt he gave his consent,
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sing hey , etc.
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The good Mr. Cornish did innocent dye,
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And all by this Chancellor's Villany;
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His blood now from Heaven for vengeance doth cry;
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sing hey, etc.
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He was the first Author that open'd his Jaws
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To take off the Test and Priviledge Laws;
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The beheading of Russel , 'twas he was the cause
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sing hey, etc.
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Then next to the West he hurried with speed,
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To murder poor men, a very good deed,
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He made many honest mens hearts for to bleed:
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sing hey, etc.
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The prisoners to plead to his Lordship did cry,
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But still did make answer, and thus did reply;
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We'l hang you up first, and then after we'l try:
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sing hey, etc.
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Against their petitions then he stopt his Ears,
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And still did create all their doubts & their fears,
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He left the poor Widows and Children in tear[s ]
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sing hey, etc.
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He was the Inventer that first did promote
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That place call'd the Ecclesiastical Court ,
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And thither he made the poor Clergy resort:
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sing hey, etc.
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Of Magdalen Colledge he thought it most fit
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To turn out the Fellows, a very fine trick,
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And place Father Walker , that curst Jesuit;
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sing hey, etc.
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Then next to the Tower our Bishops was packt,
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And swore he had done a very good act,
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But now shall be try'd for the matter of fact:
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sing hey, etc.
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And when that the Bishops were brought to be try'd
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To accept a Petition they humbly desir'd;
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He swore he would prove it a Libel he cry'd,
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sing hey, etc.
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What can he say now the Parliament sits?
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Alas! they will Vote him quite out of his Wits,
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They'l make him run mad, or fall into Fits:
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sing hey, etc.
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In Wapping he thought for to make his e [scape ]
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A very good Jest, but I'faith it won't [take ]
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His Head on the Bridge must be stuck [on a ] stake
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sing hey, etc.
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He many Seditious Lines hath penn'd,
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And sent them to P----- his honest friend;
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My Muse she grows weary, and thus she doth end
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With pox o' Chancellor, villanous Chancellor,
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Damnable Chancellor, oh .
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