The Loyal Tories Delight,
Or, A Pill for FANATICKS.
Being a most pleasant and new Song.
To the Tune of, Great York has been debard of late, etc,
GReat York has been debard of late, from Court by some accursed Fate; but ere long we do not fear,
We shall have him, have him here, We shall have him, have him here.
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(2)
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The Makers of the Plot we see,
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By damnd Old Tonys treachery,
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How they would have brought it about,
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To have given great York the rout:
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To have given etc.
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(3)
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God preserve our gracious King,
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And safe tydings to us bring,
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Defend us from the sham black Box,
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And all damnd Fanatick Plots,
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And all damnd etc.
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(4)
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Here Charless Health I drink to thee,
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And wish him all Prosperity;
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God grant that he long time may Reign,
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To bring us home great York again:
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to bring us home etc.
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(5)
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That he in spight of all his Foes,
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Who Loyalty and Laws oppose,
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May long remain in health and peace,
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Whilst Plots and Plotters all shall cease:
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Whilst etc.
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(6)
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Let Whigs go down to Erebus,
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And not stay here to trouble us
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With noisy Cant, and needless fear,
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Of Ills to come they know not where.
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Of Ills to come etc.
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(7)
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When our Chief trouble they create,
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For plain we see what theyd be at:
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Coud they but push great York once down,
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Theyd next attempt to snatch the Crown.
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theyd next attempt etc.
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(8)
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But Heaven preserve our gracious King,
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May all good Subjects loudly sing;
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And Royal James preserve likewise,
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From such as do against him rise,
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From such as do etc.
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(9)
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Then come again fill round our Glass,
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And Loyal Tories less it pass,
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Fill up, fill up unto the Brim,
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And let each Boule with Necture swim,
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And let each Boule etc.
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(10)
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Though Cloakmen that seem much precise
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Gainst Wine exclaim, with turnd-up eyes;
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Yet in a corner theyl be drunk,
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With drinking Healths unto the RUMP,
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With drinking etc.
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(11)
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In hopes that once more they shall tear
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Both Church and State, which is their Prayer
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But Heaven does still protect the Throne,
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Whilst Tyburn for such Slaves does groan.
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Whilst Tyburn etc.
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(12)
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For now tis plain, most men abhor
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What some so strongly voted for:
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Great York in Favour does remain,
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In spight of all the Whigish train.
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In spight etc.
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(13)
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And now the Old Cause goes to wrack,
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Sedition Mauger Cloath in black,
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Do greatly dread the Triple Tree,
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Whilst we rejoyce in Loyalty.
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Whilst we etc.
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(14)
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Then come lets take another Round,
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And still in Loyalty abound,
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And wish our King he long may Reign,
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To bring us home great York again,
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To bring us home great York again.
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