A NEW
SONG,
OR,
The Whigs Hard Hearts;
With seasonable ADVICE to em.
To the Tune of, O London thou hadst better ha built new Bordellos.
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YE Whigs and Dissenters, I charge ye attend,
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Here is a sad Story as ever was told;
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The River of Thames which once was your friend,
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Is frozen quite over with Ice bitter cold;
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And the Fish that abounded,
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Tho they cant well be drowned,
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For lack of their Liquor I fear are confounded,
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Then leave your Rebellious and damnd Presbytering,
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Or you must take up with Poor Jack and Red-Herring.
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Now had it been frozen with Brimstone and Fire,
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The wonder had been much deeper at bottom.
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Tho some do believe that your Sins do require
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A Punishment great as ere fell upon Sodom!
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But then the poor Fish
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Had been dressd to your Dish,
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And stead of a Plague you had then had your wish.
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Pikes, Flounders, together with Gudgeons & Roaches,
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Had servd to the Luxury of your Debauches.
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But (alas!) to Instruct you this Frost now is sent,
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As if it would shew you your Consciences hardend,
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And if each Mothers Child make not hast to Repent,
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How the Devil dye think ye shall ever be Pardond!
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Tis a very sad Case
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As ever yet was,
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That the River should suffer for every Ass!
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Poor Thames, thou maist curse the foul Lake of Geneva,
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For whose faults thou dost penance sans hope of Re-prieve-a.
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This Thames (O ye Whigs!) brought ye plenty and pride
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So ye hardend your hearts with your silver and gold;
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But if ever ye hope to Redeem Time or Tide,
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Hot must your Repentance, your Zeal must grow cold:
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Your Hungery Zeal
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For rank Common-Weal
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Will hurry ye Head-long all down to the Del:
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Then melt your hard Hearts, and your Wealth spread abroad
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If ever ye hope that your Thames shall be Thawd.
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Make hast and be soon Reconcild to the Truth,
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Or you may lament it both old men and young:
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For, suppose, ery Shop should be turnd to a Booth,
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O were it not sad to be told with a Tongue!
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Shoud Cheapside advance
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Up to Petti-France,
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And Londons Guild-Hall up to Westminsters Dance,
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O what woud become of your wealthy brave Chamber
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If er it were forcd so far Westward to Clamber?
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Cooks Shops with hot Victuals, and Taverns with Wine
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Already are seen on the River with plenty,
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Which are filld evry morning before you can Dine,
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By Twos and by Threes, I dare warrant ye Twenty;
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Jack, Tom, Will and Harry,
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Nan, Sue, Dol and Mary
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Come here to devour Plum-Cake and Canary;
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And if with their Dancing and Wine they be tird,
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For a Tester a piece theres a Coach to be Hird.
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Heres Ginger-bread, Small-Coal, & Hot-pudding pies,
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With Bread and Cheese, Brandy, and good Ale & Beer.
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Besides the Plum-Cakes too, theres large Cakes of Ice,
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Enough to invite him that will to come here!
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All which does betide
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To punish your Pride;
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Y are plagud now with Ice cause ye lovd to back slide,
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Methinks it should learn you to alter your station,
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For, yhave hitherto built on a slippry Foundation.
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Ye Merchants to Greenland now leave off your Sailing,
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And for your Train Oil your selves never sollicit;
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For here is no fear of your Merchandize failing,
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Since the Whales Im afraid, mean to give us a visit,
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Great Leviathan
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May swim to England
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To see the worst Monster, a Presbyterian!
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Was ever a Vengeance so wonderful shown,
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That a River so great should be turnd to a Town.
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