The Disloyal Favourite
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The unfortunate States-Man.
Who seeks by fond desire for to Climb
May chance to catch a fall before his time
For Fortune is as fickle, as the Wind,
To him that bears a proud ambious mind.
Tune of, Sawny will ner be my Love again.
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TOmmy was a Lord of high renown,
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And he was Raisd from a low degree,
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He had Command ore every Town;
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there was never a one so great as he:But he like an ungrateful wretch,
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did set his Conscience on the Stretch,
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And now is afraid of Squire Ketch,
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For Tommy will ner be belovd again.
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When he was Young and a lively Lad,
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he had strange Projects in his Pate,
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He thought that Honour was to be had,
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and that it was fine to be high in State:Which made him up to the Court to come
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to try his Friends, both all and some,
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He got them to swallow a Sugar Plumb.
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But Tommy will ner be belovd again.
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He took delight, to be made a Knight
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for that he counted a lucky stepp.
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Thought he if I, can rise so high
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perhaps the next time I may leap,
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Such fancys harboured in his brest,
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that he could hardly take his rest,
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Since that Ambition was his guest,
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But Tommy will ner be belovd again.
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He came to be, both High and Great
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and Lord it over all the rest,
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His betters sate on a lower seate,
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whilst he was placed with the best:Which made him so with Honour swell,
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where his breech hung, he could not tell,
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He thought that all things happened well,
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But Tommy will ner be belovd again.
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The second Part, to the same Tune.
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WHat he could ask, was granted straight,
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or any thing he did require
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He like a Suitor need not wait,
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for he had all at his desire,
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Brave stately buildings and good Ground,
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with pleasant Groves to walk a round,
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Besides Ten hundred thousand Pound.
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But Tommy will ner be belovd again.
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O was not Tommy a very Fooll,
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that he could not contented be,
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When Riches thus did upon him rowl,
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but he must greater strive to be:By means which were so indirect
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that no ones power could him Protect,
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But all good men did him reject
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For Tommy will ner be belovd again.
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He Silks and Sattins might a worn,
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and rid in Pomp most sumptuously,
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Though now he is become a scorn,
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to persons all, of each degree:Its wisht that he had dyd at Nurse,
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and never livd to bear the Purse,
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Which made the Nation fare the worse.
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For Tommy will ner be belovd again.
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Whilst he was great and high in power
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his friends he highly did advance.
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But now he hath cause to curse the hour
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that ever he was concernd with France.
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He studied mischief and what not
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and was (some say) concernd in the Plot,
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Which may at last, make him go to th Pot.
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For Tommy will ner be belovd again.
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Now from the top of Honours great,
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poor Tommy he is headlong cast,
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He now hath time his brains to beat,
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for fear he come to be nubd at last,
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His friends do dayly from him shrink,
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although he usd to give them chink,
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Like Polecats they begin now to stink.
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For Tommy will ner be belovd again.
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Alack poor Tommy pitty twas,
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that er thou livd to see this day,
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Thy golden days are gone and past,
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and thou art feft to sing welladay.
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If thou dost live to be great again,
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be sure from Treachery refrain,
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For Honour is apt to take a stain.
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And Tommy will ner be belovd again.
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Thus have you heard great Tommys Case,
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and how he was a man of power.
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But yet I would not take his place,
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although it were in a spacious Tower.For Justice is so brave a thing,
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who wrongs his country and his King,
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will hardly escape w[i]thout a swing.
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And Tommy will ner be belovd again.
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Then let all Loyal Subjects pray
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that God our Soveraign still may bless,
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and so preserve him night and day,
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in health and all true happiness:That Justice may take place with those
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who are their King and countrys foes
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and will not Triachery disclose.
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Though Tommy shall ner be belovd again.
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