THE
Brandy-Bottle PLOT;
BEING
A farther Narrative of the late Brandy-Plot, happily Discovered
by an Honest and Loyal Pewterer, living in Panton-Street, near the Hay-
Market: In which was found, (in a False Bottom) several Letters and Pa-
pers, Pernicious to the present Government.
To the Tune of, Lilli Borlero, etc.
Licensed and Entred according to Order.
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I'LL sing ye a Song, if you'll pay me but for't,
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of a Plot in a Brandy-Bottle was Hatcht;
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A Friend to the Papists sat hovering o're it,
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and Celiers Meal-Tub the like did ne'r match:
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Though blind as a Beetle,
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Yet sound as a Kettle,
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And true to the Pope and the Devil her Tutor;
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She sent Cook in Kitchin,
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The Fool that they pitch on,
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With a Forehead of Brass, for Bottles of Pewter.
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Design'd for to match Old Judas his Bag,
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these Bottles were both made spick and span-new
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And would you know what they held in their Crag?
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the Bottoms were false, but the Rogu'ry was true:
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With all the slye Knav'ry,
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For Pop'ry and Slav'ry,
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They propt up their Cause by such Crutches as these
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The Plot is so plain, Sir,
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It will be your bane, Sir,
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The poor Brandy-bottles run Vinegar Lees.
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Some people will tell us they had a Design,
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for chearing the Heart of the Monsieur of France;
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To fill these two Bottles with good Brandy-Wine,
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and hearten his Cause with a Dram of good Nants;
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That he and Mac-Nero,
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His Old Friend and Hero,
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[In] Bogland might Raign without Conscience or Law;
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But oh! now I think on't,
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'Twas Teague was to Drink on't,
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[A]nd the Liquor to fill them was good Usquebagh.
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But some Wiser Heads than others, tell Tales,
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that this False-bottom'd Plot was laid deeper yet;
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Design'd for a Present to th' young Prince of Wales,
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for two Sucking-Bottles instead of a Teat:
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For they say that their meaning,
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Is now for to Wean him,
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Because the young Bantling begins for to Prattle;
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But Old-Nick has show'd us,
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The spight that he ow'd us,
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And rob'd the Welsh Prince of a dear Sucking-Bottle.
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The Gun-Powder-Plot ne'r better was laid,
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our False-bottom'd Bottles, a Project so new;
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Nor Faux's Dark-Lanthorn so neatly was made,
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we Plotted like him, and shall Dye like him too:
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Had the good Man of Pewter,
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Been kind, and stood Neuter,
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We had manag'd our Business as round as a Gun;
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But pox o' the Devil,
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The Dog was Uncivil,
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Was Honest and Loyal, and all is undon.
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Against Church and State these Plotters did aim,
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but would you know how they come off in a word
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The Lady was Blind, and the Plot it was Lame,
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and so both together they fell in a T---d.
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The Letters, Pox Rot 'um,
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Were found in the Bottom,
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The Devil play'd false, and his Servants did fail;
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For Trusty Cook-Ruffin,
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Sent Sweating and Puffing,
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To Stew in's own Grease, is mew'd up in a Jayl.
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