A Trimmer's Confession of Faith:
Or, The True Principles of
A Jack of Both-Sides.
Tune of, Which no Body can deny. Licensed according to Order.
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PRay lend me your Ears, if you've any to spare,
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You that love Common-wealth, as you hate Common-Pray'r,
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Who can in a Breath Pray, Dissemble and Swear;
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Which no Body can deny.
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I'm sometimes o'th' wrong side, and sometimes the right;
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To day I'm a Jack, and tomorrow a Mite:
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I for either King pray, but for neither dare fight;
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Which no Body can deny.
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I'm sometimes a Rebel, and sometimes a Saint,
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I sometimes can Swear, and at other times Cant;
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There's nothing but Grace (I thank God) that I want;
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Which no Body can deny.
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Old Babylon's Whore I cannot endure her;
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I'm a Sanctifi'd Zealot, there's none can be purer:
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For-Swearing I hate, like any Non-Juror;
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Which no Body can deny.
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Of gracious King William I am a great lover,
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Yet I side with a Party that prays for another;
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I drink the King's Health, take it one way or t'other:
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Which no Body can deny.
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Precisely I creep like a Snail to the Meeting;
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Where Sighing I meet with such sorrowful Greeting,
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Makes me hate a long Pray'r, and five hours Prating:
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Which no Body can deny.
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And there I sing Psalms, as if never weary;
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Yet I must confess, when I'm frolick and merry,
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More Musick I find in a Boat to the Ferry:
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Which no Body can deny.
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I pledge ev'ry Health my Companions drink round;
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I can say Heavens bless, or the Devil confound;
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I can hold with the Hare, and run with the Hound;
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Which no Body can deny.
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I can pray for a Bishop, and curse an Arch-Deacon;
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I can seem very sorry that Charleroy's taken;
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I can any thing say, to save my own Bacon;
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Which no Body can deny.
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Sometimes for a good Common-welath I am wishing;
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O Oliver! Oliver! give us thy Blessing;
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For in troubled Waters I vow I love fishing;
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Which no Body can deny.
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The Times are so ticklish, I vow and profess,
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I know not which Party or Cause to embrace;
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I'll be sure to side with those that are least in distress;
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Which no Body can deny.
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With the Jacks I rejoyce that Savoy's defeated;
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With the Whigs I seem pleased he's so bravely retreated
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Friends and Foes are by me both equally treated,
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Which no Body can deny.
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Each Party, we see, now are full of great hope,
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There's some for the Devil, and some for the Pope;
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And I am for any thing, but for a Rope;
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Which no Body can deny.
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