The Religious Turncoat;
OR, a Late
Jacobite Divine turn'd Williamite,
Licensed according to Order.
Tune of, London is a Fine Town.
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(1)
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I Lov'd no King in Forty One,
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When Prelacy went down;
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A Cloak and Band, I then put on,
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And Preach'd against the Crown.
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Chorus.
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A Turncoat is a Cunning Man,
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That Cants to Admiration;
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And Prays for any King, to gain
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The Peoples Approbation.
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(2)
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I shew'd them Paths to Heaven untrod,
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From Pop'ry to refine 'em;
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And taught the People to serve God,
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As if the Devil were in 'em.
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Chor.
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A Turncoat, etc.
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(3)
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When Charles return'd into our Land,
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The English Church Supporter,
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I shifted off my Cloak and Band,
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And so became a Courtier.
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Chor.
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A Turncoat, etc.
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(4)
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The King's Religion I profest,
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And found there was no harm in't;
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I Cog'd and Flatter'd like the rest,
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Till I had got Preferment.
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Chor.
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A Turncoat, etc.
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(5)
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I taught my Conscience how to Cope
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With Honesty or Evil;
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And when I railed against the Pope,
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I sided with the Devil.
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Chor.
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A Turncoat, etc.
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(6)
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When Royal James began his Reign,
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And Mass was used in Common,
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I shifted off my Faith again,
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And then became a Roman.
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Chor.
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A Turncoat, etc.
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(7)
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I Orders took i'th' Church of Rome,
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And Read the Declarations,
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And prov'd that all the World must come
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To Transubstantiation.
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Chor.
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A Turncoat, etc.
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(8)
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His Holyness the Pope to please,
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By the Lord's Assistance,
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To bring in Pop'ry with more ease,
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I preacht up Non-Resistance.
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Chor.
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A Turncoat, etc.
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(9)
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Our Prince of Wales was soon betray'd,
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And then the Head-strong Rabble
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Grew agnry with the Child, and made
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The Devil rock the Cradle.
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Chor.
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A Turncoat, etc.
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(10)
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When Cause grew Sick, and King grew Tame
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I fell from Priest to Pagan;
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Just as the Belgick Lyon came,
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To quell the Romish Dragon.
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Chor.
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A Turncoat, etc.
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(11)
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When William had possest the Throne,
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And Cur'd the Nations Grievance,
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New Principles I then put on,
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And swore to him Allegiance.
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Chor.
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A Turncoat, etc.
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(12)
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And now Preach up King William's Right,
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Pray for his Foes Confusion;
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And shall remain a Williamite,
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Till another Revolution.
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Chorus.
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A Turncoat is a Cunning Man,
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That Cants to Admiration;
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And Prays for any King, to gain
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The Peoples Approbation.
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FINIS.
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