The DOWNFAL
OF THE
WHIGGS:
Or, Their Lamentation for Fear of
A Loyal Parliament.
To the Tune of, Patrick Flemmen he was a Valiant Souldier.
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I.
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DIdst ever see the like, dear Brother,
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Our Saints they are falling all together?
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The Presbyter, Pendant, and Quaker,
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Weve neither Hopes in the House, nor Speaker!
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II.
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The Torys Drink to the Confusion
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Of our Damnd Members for the Exclusion;
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And Curses our Assosiation,
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Z-----s, let us run quite out of the Nation.
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III.
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How durst they make LEstrange a Member!
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Our Mortal Foe, and bold Offender?
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Whom our late Parliment Attempted,
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Theyd Hangd him if he had not prevented.
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IV.
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At Westminster under our Noses,
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Our numerous Whiggs ore Powers Opposes,
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And by two Thousand Votes Out-pold Us,
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The Devil I am sure, hath forsook or sold Us!
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V.
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Shall the Saints who used to have the Glories,
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To Vote and Spew out all the Torys,
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The King no Money must have, they agreed ont
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Unless hel pawn his Crown and Head ont!
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VI.
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This Parliment will give us Caution
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As formerly, to mind evry Motion;
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But if th Old Cause should be Over-ruled,
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They must expect by the Rout for to be Schooled.
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VII.
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York and Durham, Oxford, Cambridge,
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Glocester, Winchester, with Advantage;
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Nay, every County and Corporation,
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And the Devil a Word of Arbitration.
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VIII.
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Dangerfield in the Name of Monmouth,
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Used to Knight Men, nows in the Dungeon:
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Him we savd to save Oats our Father,
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But now we fear theyl Hang both together.
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IX.
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Now to save our Saints from Disasters,
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Wel Snugg in the Bosoms of our Sisters:
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If the Parliment send for to Gail us,
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Their Smocks our Surplis, none shall Unvail us.
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