THE
Ungrateful Rebel:
OR,
Gracious Clemency Rewarded with Villany.
Tune of, The Turn-Coat of the Times.
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HEre is a disloyal Tutch,
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Now newly come from the Dutch,
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Of one that has acted much;
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And of the Factious breed,
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He was in the West indeed,
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Now better to Hang than feed;
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His Pardon he did obtain,
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And now he is gone again,
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To joyn with the Dutch;
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And have tother tutch,
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Is this not a Rogue in grain?
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He did a Letter send,
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Unto an old Factious Friend,
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And these was the Lines he pennd
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Allegiance now give ore,
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And come to the West once more,
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Heres Silver and Gold Gillore,
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Neer stand in the least to pause,
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Or startle at breach of Laws,
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But venter your Neck,
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It is but a check,
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Stand up for the good old Cause.
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To my Credit be it spoke,
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I kept a Shop, but I broke,
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And vanisht away in smoak;
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My Creditors great and small,
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Ifaith I have paid them all,
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But gave them no Coin at all,
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And now I am gone to fight,
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And whethert be wrong or right,
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I cryd down the Pope,
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But tis with that hope,
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To get a good Booty byt.
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Though we a Rebellion make,
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And Heavenly Laws do break,
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It is for Religions sake;
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And therefore we proceed,
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To make the whole Nation bleed,
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And count it a righteous deed:
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When ever I do draw nigh,
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Great Persons of Loyalty,
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Is I am a Knave,
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Their Treasure I crave;
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For Riffling who but I.
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We rally and march about,
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To find the Rich Romans out,
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Then put them all to the rout,
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Nay, any Protestant Lord,
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If with us he wont accord,
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Well presently fall aboard;
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For being both stout and strong,
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We will not stand parling long:
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If Loyal he be,
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Tis all one to we,
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Well Plunder him right or wrong.
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To take off the Nations Yoke,
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Religion is made a Cloak,
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To cover the fatal stroak,
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But for my part alone,
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Religion I nere had none,
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Except to disturb the Throne:
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With Orange now brisk and trim
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I venture both Life and Limb,
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And if the great Turk,
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Woud set me at work,
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I would do as much for him.
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