The New Catholick Ballad.
To the Tune of Chivy-chace.
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GOOD People all to me give ear,
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And mark my Story well,
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For such sad things were never heard
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As I to you shall tell:
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The Catholicks in England have
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Of late so slandered been,
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And Slaughtered too, that I believe
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The like was never seen:
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For they are slandered with the truth,
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Of which the world doth ring,
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And have been justly slaughtered too,
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A sad, and dismal thing.
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You know their Ancestors did plot
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To kill Elizabeth,
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And blow up James, and by their means
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Good Charles was put to death.
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But if they should deny that they
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This Murther did contrive,
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If I dont prove it then let them
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Me of my life deprive:
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For the Queen Mothers Confessour,
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Apostate Gough by name,
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One of the Rebels Troopers was
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(To Papists no small shame.)
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And when the fatal stroke, was struck
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Aloud he JUSTICE cryd
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And then, with his drawn Sword, amongst
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The People he did ride.
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Du Moulins Book this Murther too
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Doth on the Papists charge,
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And faith if they dare question him
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Hell prove it more at large.
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Nor since our Gracious Kings return
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Have Papists idle been,
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But in their Fathers steps have trod,
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And shewd their malice keen:
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For they these one and twenty years
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Against him have conspird,
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And all true English Protestants,
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And London they have fird.
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But he that faith there was no Plot,
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Nor is, can be no friend
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To truth, or King, or Parliaments
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(What ere he may pretend:)
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Nay hes a Traytor, and I will
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Shew you the Reason why,
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Because he doth in down right terms
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Give to the King the Lye.
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And likewise to four Parliaments,
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To Judges, Truth, and Laws,
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(Which shews the loyalty of such
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As plead the Romish Cause)
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For divers Proclamations,
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And Speeches of the King,
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Both Houses Votes, and Judges sense
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Have clearly provd the thing.
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Yet still they are so impudent,
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As by their Trayterous Tools,
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To justifie their innocence
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When ere they meet with Fools.
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But they at last have foold themselves,
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And their own Plot betrayd;
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And so are taken in the Snare,
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Which they for us had laid:
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For they on Protestants have forgd
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Such pittiful Sham-Plots,
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That they have provd their own thereby,
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And Shewd themselves meer Sots;
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So that the simplest Protestants
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Do now most plainly see
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That Papists, Traitours, Murderers
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And perjurd Villains be.
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But wonder not to hear, or read
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Their wicked treacherous tricks;
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For they are taught they should not keep
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Their Faith with Hereticks;
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Nay that the greatest sins, against
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Divine and Humane Laws,
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Are none, but meritorious acts,
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If done t advance their Cause.
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Hence we may learn what to expect
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From such false bloody Knaves;
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If they prevail we must be slain,
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Or Beggars live, and Slaves:
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Therefore good Lord preserve our King,
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And grant him long to Reign,
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That into England Popery
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May nere be brought again.
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