GUN-POWDER Plot:
OR,
A Brief Account of that bloudy and subtle Design laid against the King, his Lords
and Commons in Parliament, and of a Happy Deliverance by Divine Power.
To the Tune of Aim not too high. Licensed according to order.
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TRue Protestants I pray you do draw near,
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Unto this Ditty lend attentive Ear;
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The Lines are New although the Subject's Old,
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Likewise it is as true as e'er was told.
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When James the First in England Reigned King,
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Under his Royal Gracious Princely Wing
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Religion flourish'd both in Court and Town,
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Which wretched Romans strove to trample down.
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To their old plotting Trade they strait did go
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To prove Three Kingdom's final Overthrow;
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A Plot contriv'd by Catholicks alone;
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The like before or since was never known.
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Rome's Counsel did together often meet,
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For to contrive which way they might compleat
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This bloudy Treason, which they took in hand
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Against the King, and Heads of all the Land.
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At length, these wretched Romans all agreed
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Which way to make the King and Nation bleed,
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By Powder, all agree with joint Consent,
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To Blow up both the King and Parliament.
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For to keep secret this their Villany,
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By solemn Oaths they one another tye:
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Nay farther, being void of Grace and Shame,
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Each toak the Sacrament upon the same.
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Their Treason wrapt in this black Mantle then,
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Secure and safe from all the Eyes of Men,
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They did not fear, but by one fatal Blow,
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To prove the Church and Kingdom's Overthrow.
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Catesby, with all the other Romish Crew,
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This Powder Plot did eagerly pursue;
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Yet after all their mighty cost and care,
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Their own Feet soon was taken in the Snare.
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Under the House of the Great Parliament,
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This Romish Den, and Devils by consent,
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The Hellish Powder-Plot they formed there,
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In hopes to send all flying in the Air.
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Barrels of Powder privately convey'd,
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Billets, and Bars of Iron too was laid,
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To tear up all before them as they flew,
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A black Invention by this dismal Crew.
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And with the fatal Blow all must have flown,
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The gracious King upon his Royal Throne,
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His gracious Queen, likewise their Princely heir
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All must have dy'd and perish'd that was there.
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The House of Noble Lords of high Degree,
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By this unheard of bloudy Tragedy,
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Their Limbs in sunder strait would have been tore
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And fill'd the Air with noble bloudy gore.
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The worthy learned Judges Grave and Sage,
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The Commons too, all must have felt Rome's rage
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Had not the Lord of Love stept in between
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Oh! what a dismal Slaughter had there been.
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The King, the Queen, and Barons of the Land,
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The Judges, Gentry, did together stand
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On Ruine's brink, while Rome the Blow should give
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They'd but the burning of a Match to live.
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But that Great God that sits in Heaven high
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He did behold their bloudy Treachery,
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He made their own Hand-writing soon betray
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The Work which they had Plotted many a day.
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The Lord in Mercy did his Wisedom send
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Unto the King, his People to Defend,
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Which did reveal the hidden Powder-Plot,
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A gracious Mercy ne'er to be forgot.
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And brought Rome's Faction unto Punishment
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Which did the Powder Treason first invent,
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And all that ever Plots, I hope God will,
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That the true Christian Church may flourish still.
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