Private Occurrences,
OR,
The Transactions of the four Last Years, Written in Imitation of the Old Ballad of
Hey brave Oliver, Ho brave Oliver, etc.
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A Protestant Muse, yet a lover of Kings:
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On th' Age, grown a little Satyrical, Sings,
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Of Papists, their Counsels, and other fine things,
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Sing hey brave Popery, ho rare Popery, oh fine Popery
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Oh, dainty popery, oh.
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She hopes she offends no Englishman's patience;
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Tho Satyr's forbid on all such occasions,
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She's too good a Subject to Read Declarations.
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Sing hey brave popery, etc.
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If that saying be good, of Let him Laugh that Wins.
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Sure a Loser may smile without any offence:
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My Muse then is gamesome, and thus she begins;
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With hey brave popery, etc.
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When Ch--- deceas'd, to his Kingdoms dismay,
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By an Appoplex, or else some other way;
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Our Brother with Shouts was proclaim'd the same day.
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Sing hey brave popery, etc.
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His first Royal promise was never to touch,
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Our Rights, not Religion, Priviledge grutch
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But Pet--- he said that he granted [t]oo much.
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Sing hey brave popery, etc.
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Then Mon------ came in with an Army of Fools:
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Betray'd by his Cuckold, and other dull Tools
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That painted the Turfe of Green Sedgmore with Gules.
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Sing hey brave popery, etc.
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That Victory gotten some think to our wrong:
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The Priests braid out joy in a Thank giving Song,
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And Teague with their Bald-pates were at it ding dong.
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Sing hey brave popery, etc.
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Then straight a strong Army was levy'd in hast,
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To hinder Rebellion; a very good Jest;
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For some [K]ogues will swear 'twas to murder the Test.
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Sing hey brave popery, etc.
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A politique Law which Recusants did doom;
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That into our Senate, they never might come,
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But Equivalent since, was propos'd in its room.
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Sing hey brave popery, etc.
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As if a true Friend should in Kindness demand
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A Tooth in my Head, which firmly doth stand,
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To give for't another he had in his hand.
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Sing hey brave popery, etc.
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Then Term after Term, this great Matter was weigh'd,
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Old Judges turn'd out, and new Block-----ds made:
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That Cook of Wise Littleton never did read.
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Sing hey brave popery, etc.
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The good Church of England with speed was run down,
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Whose Loyalty ever stood fast to the Crown
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And Presbiter John was made Mayor of the Town.
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Sing hey brave popery, etc.
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The Bishops Disgrace made the Clergy to sob:
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A prey to Old Pet----- and president Bob;
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And hurried to prison as if they did Rob.
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Sing hey brave popery, etc.
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Then into the World a dear P-------- of W------- slipt;
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'Twas plain, for we hear a great Minister peep'd.
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The bricklayer for prating dah liket't bin whip'd.
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Sing hey brave Popery, etc.
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Thus England Distresses more fierce than the plague,
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That during three Years, of no Quiett could bragg,
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The brave Prince of Orange is come to the Hague.
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sing hey brave popery, etc.
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A strong Fleet and Army they hither are bent,
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We know well the cause that there is something in't,
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And we doubt not e're long we shall see it in print.
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sing hey brave popery, etc.
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Ah England, that never couldst value thy peace,
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Had matters been now as in Elsabeths days,
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The Dutch had never ventured to fish in our Seas,
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Then curse of popery, pox of popery, plague of popery,
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Oh sensless popery, oh.
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FINIS.
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