A
NEW SONG,
BEING THE
TORIES Imploration
FOR
Protection against the Whiggs,
To an Excellent New Scotch Tune.
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I.
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DEfend us from all Popish Plots,
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That so the People fray;
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And eke from treacherous Whiggs and Scots,
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As bad or worse than They.
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From Parliaments, Long Rumps, and Tails,
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From House of Commons Furies;
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Defend us eke from Protestant Flails,
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And Ignoramus Furies!
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II.
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Protect us now and evermore,
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From a White Sheet and Proctor,
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And from that Noble Peer, brought ore
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The Salamanca Doctor:
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A Doctor with a Witness, sure,
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Both in his Rise and Fall;
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His Exit almost as obscure,
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As his Original!
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III.
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Designs and Dangers far remove
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From this Distressed Nation,
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And Damn the Trayterous Medal off,
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Bold Tonys Sociation.
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And may the Prick-eard Party, that
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Have Coine enough in Cupboard,
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Forbear to shiver an Estate,
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And Splinters mount for Hobbart!
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IV.
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From sixteen Self-conceited Peers,
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Protect our Soveraign still;
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And from the Damnd Petitioners
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For the Exclusive Bill.
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Our King Defend, and make Him great,
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Gainst Tony upon Tony;
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And from a House of Commons, that
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Will give the King no Money!
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V.
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From those that did Design and Laugh
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At Tangier, in Distress,
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And were Mahometans worse by half,
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Than all the Moors of Fez
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From such as with Usurping Hand,
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Drive Princes to Extreams;
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Confound all their Devices, and
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Deliver Charles and James!
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VI.
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May they be Wise, and soon expel
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Th Old Fox, th Old Fawning Elf;
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The Time draws nigh, Achitophel
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Shant need to Hang himself.
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Impartial Furies for his sake,
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Brave North and Box may bring;
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And make his Nose thro Nooze to sneak,
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For Treason gainst his King.
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