A New Touch of the Times,
OR,
The Naton's Consent,
For a Free Parliament.
To the Tune of, Why are my Eyes still flowing.
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LEt true-hearted Protestans with me rejoyce,
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And set forth our Mirth in a laudable voice;
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Since Popery out of this Nation we clear,
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And have none but honest true Protestants here;
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And therefore the Prince calls a Free Parliament,
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In order to Crown this great land with Content;
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And heal all the Breeches that long has been made,
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Then, then we may hope for a Flourishing Trade.
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The Papists has been a sad Stich in our side,
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But now we will down with their insolent Pride;
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And then we shall see a most rare Golden Age,
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When we of all Jesuits have clear'd the Stage:
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For they have such turbulent Spirits we know,
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That nothing pleas'd them but the lands overthrow
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They'r catch'd in the Snare which for others they laid
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And now we may hope for a Flourishing Trade.
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We see that the Lords and Nobility,
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Likewise the Gentry of e'ry Degree;
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In one joynt consent they resolved to stand,
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To preserve the Church and the Laws of the Land;
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Which some evil Persons did strive to run down,
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All places of Trust both in City and Town
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The Papishes serv'd in, our Laws to Invade,
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And that was the absolute Ruine of Trade.
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Before this great Prince came our Rights to maintain
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Alas! we had reason enough to Complain:
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The Romans were coming to that height of Pride,
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That who would not turn, at a Stake must have dy'd
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Nay, Bridles and Grid-Irons, as some people say,
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They then had provided, our lives to betray;
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But now they'r confounded and left in the lurch,
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And Heaven preserv'd the true Protestant Church.
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Some Turbulent Spirits were never at rest,
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But still they endeavour'd to take of the Test:
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How often together their Foddles was laid,
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To break all the Laws which wise Parliaments made
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And Papers was Printed the land to Convince;
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But then at the last comes a Protestant Prince,
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Then straightways their Glory did blast and decay,
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And some they were forced to scowre away.
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I likewise remembered a Person of late,
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Who bore a great sway then in matters of State,
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He hung up poor ignorant men in the West,
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And therefore I reckon amongst all the rest,
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He must give account here for e'ry offence
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Before he will ever have leave to go hence:
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And as for brave Monmouth, I say he is dead,
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But others is come now to look for his Head.
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How many poor men in the West lost their lives,
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And left thier poor Fatherless Children and Wives;
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No manner of pitty, alas! did they show,
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But did what they cou'd to prove their overthrow:
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That sharp bloody Sence will not soon be forgot,
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It was a meer Papist and Jesuit Plot;
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And valiant brave Monmouth I say he is dead,
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But others is come now to look for his Head.
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As soon as brave Monmouth was put to the [Rout]
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The Bald-pated Fryars they were so [Devout]
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That they sung their Masses, an old Antick Song,
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With Crossing and telling their Beads o're ding dong
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But now they will sing in a contrayry Tone,
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When under old Tyburn they make their sad moan,
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To think of that Souldier whose Breeches was Red,
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And some comes to London to look for his Head.
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Let us but consider the Jesuit bred,
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You'll find they're far better to Hang then to Feed;
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And therefore at present some must lye in Jayl,
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We won't take St. Patrick to be their Bayl;
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And therefore they now must submit to hard Fate,
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For Triumphing over brave Monmouth of late,
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Who some say is Living, and others he's Dead,
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So some's come to London to look for his Head.
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FINIS.
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