The JACOBITE tossed in a Blanket: Or,
A DIALOGUE between A
WILLIAMITE
AND A
JACOBITE:
Concerning the Times, and the Losses of the French.
Tune Fa la: Or, Tan tara Tantroy. Licensed according to Order.
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I pray Mr. Jacobite tell me why,
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Fa la la la la la la la,
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You on our Government look awry;
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fa la la la la la la la,
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With Paltry Hat, and a thread-bare Coat,
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And Jaws as thin as a Harry Groat,
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You've brought yourselves & your cause to nought
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With a fa la, etc.
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Indeed Mr. Williamite 'tis well known,
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fa la la la la la la la,
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Why we are all so unfortunate grown,
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fa la la la la la la la,
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Our Estates we lost the Nations knows,
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To support our Master and Popish cause,
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To pluck down the Hereticks Rights and Laws
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With a fa la, etc.
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What think you now che French Fleet are lost
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fa la la, etc.
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And all our hopes of Invasion crost,
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fa la la, etc.
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It makes your Tribe now look so pale,
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The World may see what 'tis ye Aile,
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Since all your Plots and Stratagems fail,
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with a fa la, etc.
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Pray good Mr. Williamite tell me how,
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fa la la, etc.
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You'd look if King James had staid till now,
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fa la la, etc.
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You should have seen had he but staid,
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What work with Williamites we'd ha' made
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Had not our Plots been all betray'd,
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with a fa la, etc.
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But Heaven has crost your base designs
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fa la la, etc.
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And stop your Evil intent betimes,
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fa la la, etc.
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Your Cloaks for Knavery were too thin,
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What you propos'd had we not seen,
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The Pope and the Devil our Kings had been,
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with a fa la, etc.
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The English Church you greatly prise,
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fa la la, etc,
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You love the truth tho' you practice lies,
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fa la la, etc.
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The Church that now is set on foot,
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You swear you love both branch and root,
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But care not how seldom you go to't,
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with a fa la, etc.
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We'll give you now the upper hand,
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fa la la, etc.
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Because your Party bears command,
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fa la la, etc.
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But when King James regains his Crown,
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The Williamite title shall all come down,
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The Town shall then be all our own.
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with a fa la, etc.
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You think that I the Church approve,
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fa la la, etc.
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Just as you your Master love,
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fa la la, etc.
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There's many makes the Tribe to think,
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They'r full of Loyalty to the brink,
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Who'll deny the cause for a pot of Drink,
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with a fa la, etc.
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