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I.
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NOw the Rash Imputing Torys,
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which so long have raild at Jemmy;
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Soon recant your idle Storys,
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hes the Man that must Redeem ye
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All your Joys,
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Therefore Boys,
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cry Huzza with Hoop and Hollow;
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Beat the Drum,
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Jemmys come,
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a Warlike Mars, and Wise Apollo.
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II.
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Jemmy now the Whiggs has bubbled,
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his design was thus to sham em;
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Let all Loyal joys be doubled,
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but for Whiggs, the Devil Dam em:
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Jemmy went
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With intent
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to their Damnd Association;
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But to find
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Where the Wind,
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sat against the tottering Nation.
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III.
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For Young Jemmy who endured
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has so long the Kings displeasure;
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Humbly now returns assured,
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to regain his love by leasure;
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Which when he,
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On his Knee,
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did Intreat, or once Demand too;
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The King did soon,
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Grant his Boon,
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and sufferd him to kiss his Hand too.
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IV.
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Let the Circumvented Rumpers
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perish, whilst the Loyal Tory,
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Briskly does Carrouse his Bumpers,
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to Young Jemmys Health and Glory:
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Fill the Glass,
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Let it pass
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fairly round from one to t other;
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Let him dye,
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That wont cry,
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God bless the King, his Son, and Brother.
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V.
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Now the double-minded Trimmers,
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moulded up of Whigg and Tory;
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Pitch your Anchor in full Brimmers,
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now the Case is plain before ye:
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Leave the Whiggs,
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Dam those Priggs,
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let Whiggery the worst of Sin be;
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Let no part
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Possess your heart,
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if you do the Devils in ye.
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VI.
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York and Monmouth now are Friends too,
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Love and Loyalty possess em;
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You that to the same pretends to,
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never cease to cry God bless em:
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Ery Lad,
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Shall be glad,
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let us make the World to Ring Boys,
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May he Rot,
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That will not
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pledge this Health, God Bless the King, Boys.
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