A New Touch of the Times.
OR,
The Nations Consent,
For a Free Parliament.
To the Tune of, Why are my Eyes still flowing?
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(1)
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REjoyce, rejoyce all ye brave English Hearts,
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Since Popery from our Nation must depart,
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For the Prince will have a Free Parliament,
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And they bravely will settle our Government:
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Then let every honest true-hearted man,
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Do their endeavour as near as they can,
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For to uphold the Prince in the way of Right,
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Against the Pope and their Jesuits spight.
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(2)
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I hope that brave Trading hereafter we shall see,
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And plenty of work for the poor there will be;
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For a harder time never was in any mans age,
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Since the Pope and the Jesuits mounted the stage.
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Now our Lady Mary and Father Peters is fled,
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Father Francis is shrunk away as if he was dead:
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Then rejoyce all ye brave English true-hearted Boys,
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And sound forth your Loyalty with eccho's of joys.
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(3)
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You may see how the Nobles and Gentry all o're the Land,
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To maintain the Protestant Religion how bravely they stand;
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The Lord Devonshire he gives his Royal consent,
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With brave Lord Dellamere for a Free Parliament;
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At the Rendezvous in fair Nottingham Town,
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With the Lords and Genry of high Renown;
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They gave in their Declaration to the Countrys content,
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And their whole voice as for a Free Parliament.
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There's gallant Prince George one of valor & might
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Stands up to maintain the Protestants Right;
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With the brave D. of Grafton, and his Royal train,
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Our Rights and our Laws he strives to maintain.
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The Bishop of Cantebury, which ever did stand
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Up for the Good Old Cause of this Land;
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Then let all others be free to give their consent,
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That we may enjoy a Free Parliament.
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(5)
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If the Prince had not come our joys for to raise,
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Before this time most of us had ended our days;
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For Popery was got to that height of pride,
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They that would not turn be sure must have dy'd:
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For their Bits and Bridles, and Gridirons was made,
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And they were ready to go to their Massacre trade,
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With their long Knives for the stopping of notes,
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And like Judas, long'd to be cutting our Throats.
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The L. Dover doth not know where to hide his head
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Since he so bravely has made his own Bed;
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He was for taking off the Test and Penal Lwas,
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And perswaded the King to Rule wihout reason or laws
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But he shall know before out of England he go,
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Before the Parliament to give account in weal or wo;
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And for ought I know, he may chance for to dance
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Another new Jig before he goes to France.
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(7)
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As for the L ord Chancellor that climb'd so high,
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He must climb higher before that he dye,
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That is to Tyburn, for to take a swing,
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And there dance the Morris in a Hempen string;
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For hanging those men wrongfully in the West,
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Without right Judgement or Jury, I protest;
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And for brave Monmouth, they say he is dead,
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but the 'tother man's come to look for his Head.
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And as for Lord Gray, which was false to his Trust,
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When he takes another Oath I wish he may burst:
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Had it not been for him, M-----th had not lost the day
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Had he not with his Horse like a Coward ran away.
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If Monmouth be dead, he was the cause of losing's life,
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For which he deserves to be hang'd to end the strife,
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Some say he's alive, and some say he is dead,
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So they'r come to London to look for his Head.
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And for Mr. Daniel, that Fire-brand of Hell,
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Now where he is gone indeed I cannot tell:
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To have Bury blown up, he Letters did send
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To Mr. Stafford, that was his Popish Friend:
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But I hope e're long he taken will be,
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That he may answer for his Treachery:
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Then let his Lady Mary make Intercession for he
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When he comes to dance on the three-legged Tree.
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And the Jesuit-Council which the King had of late,
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when Jack Ketch takes them how bravely they'l prat
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But the mean time they must lye in a Jayl,
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If they can't get Saint Patrick to be their Bayl;
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And all the great Papists, as fast as they can,
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They must give an acount man after man,
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For beheading the man whose Breeches was red,
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Now they are come again to look for his Head.
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His Stockings was blew and his Breeches was red
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And they are come again for to look for his Head
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FINIS.
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