Excellent New Song
OF
The Unfortunate WHIGs.
To the Tune of, The King enjoys his own again.
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[1]
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THe Whigs are but small, and of no good Race,
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and are Belovd by very few;
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Old Tony broachd his Tap in ery place;
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to encourage all his Factious Crew:
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At some great Houses in this Town,
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The Whiggs of High Renown;
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And all with a true Blue was their Stain;
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For since it is so,
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They have wrought their overthrow
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Old Tony will ner enjoy his own again.
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[2]
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They all owne Duty to their Lawful Prince,
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and Loyal Subjects should have been,
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But their Duty is worn out long since,
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by the Association seen:
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But these are the Whiggs,
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That have cut off some Legs,
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And fain would be at that Sport amain;
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For since it is so,
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They have wrought their overthrow;
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Old Tony will ner enjoy his own again.
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[3]
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And yet they are the Sham-pretenders,
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and they swear theyll support our Laws;
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These be the great Defenders of
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Ignoramus and the Old Cause:
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Theyll defend the King,
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By Swearing of the Thing,
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These are the cursed Rogues in grain;
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For since it is so,
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They have wrought their overthrow,
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Old Tony will ner enjoy his own again.
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[4]
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The True Religion that shall down,
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which so along has won the day,
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And Common-Prayer ith Church of ery Town,
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if that the Whiggs could but bear the Sway:
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For Oats he does begin,
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Now for to bring them in,
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As when he came mumping from Spain;
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For since it so,
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They have wrought their overthrow,
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Old Tony will ner enjoy his own again.
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[5]
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How all their Shamming Plots they would hide,
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yet they are Ignorant they say,
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When as Old Tony he was Tryd,
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and brought off with Ignoramus sway:
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Then Oats he was Dumb,
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And could not use his Tongue,
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This is the Shamming Ro--- in Grain;
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For since it is so,
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They have wrought their overthrow,
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Old Tony will ner enjoy his own again.
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[6]
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Then let all true Subjects Sing.
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and Damn the power of all those,
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That wont shew Loyalty to their King,
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and assist him against his Whiggish Foes:
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Then in this our happy state,
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in spight of Traytors hate,
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We will all Loyal still remain;
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For since it is so,
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They have wrought, their overthrow,
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Old Tony will ner enjoy his own again.
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[7]
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God preserve our Gracious King,
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with the Royal Consort of his Bed,
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And let all Loyal Subjects sing,
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that the Crown may remain on Charless head:
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For we will drink his Health,
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In spight of Common-Wealth,
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And his Lawful Rights we will maintain,
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For since it is so,
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They have wrought their overthrow,
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Old Tony will ner enjoy his own again.
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