An Excellent New Ballad
To the Tune of, How Unhappy is Phillis in Love,
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[1]
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LEt Oliver now be forgotten,
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His Policy's quite out of Doors;
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Let Bradshaw and Hewson lie rotten,
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Like Sons of Fanatical Whores:
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For Tonys grown a Patrician,
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By Voting damn'd Sedition,
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For many years,
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Fam'd Polititian,
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The Mouth of all Presbyter Peers.
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[2]
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Old Tony a Turn-coat at Worster,
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Yet swore he'd maintain the King's Right
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But Tony did Swagger and Bluster,
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Yet never drew Sword on his side
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For Tony is like an old Stallion
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He has still the Pox of Rebellion
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And never was found
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Like the Camelion,
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Still changing his Shape and his Ground.
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[3]
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Old Rowlys return'd (Heave'ns bless him,)
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From Exile and Danger fer free;
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Old Tony made hast to Address him
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And swore none more Loyal than He.
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The King, (who knew him a Traytor)
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And saw him squint like a Satyr;
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Yet through his Grace,
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Pardon'd the Matter
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And gave him since the Purse & the Mace.
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[4]
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And now little Chancellor Tony
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With Honour had feather'd his Wing
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And carefully pick'd up the Money;
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But never a Groat for the King:
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But Tonys Luck was confounded,
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The Duke who smoakt him a Round-head,
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From Head to Heel
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Tony was sounded
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And Y------ soon put a Spoke in the Wheel.
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[5]
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But now little Tony in passion
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Like Boy that had nettl'd his Breech
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Maliciously took an occasion
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To make a most delicate Speech;
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He told the King like a Croney,
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If e're he hop'd to have Money
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He must be rul'd:
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Oh fine Tony!
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Was ever Potent Monarch so school'd?
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[6]
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The King issues out a Proclamation,
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By Learned and Loyal Advice
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But Tony possesses the Nation
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The Councel will never be wise:
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For Tony is madder and madder
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And M------ blows like a bladder,
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And L------ too,
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Who grows gladder
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That They great York are like to subdue.
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[7]
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But Destiny shortly will cross it
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For Tonys grown Gouty and Sick,
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In spite of his Spiggot and Fawcet,
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The States-man must go to Old Nick:
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For Tony rails at the Papist
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Yet He himself is an Atheist;
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Though so precise
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Foolish and Apish,
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Like Holy Quack or Priest in Disguise.
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[8]
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But now let this Rump of the Law see
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A Maxim as Learned in part,
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Whoe're with his Prince is too sawcy
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Tis fear'd he's a Traytor in 's Heart:
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Then Tony cease to be witty
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By buzzing Treason i' th' City;
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And love the King
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So ends my Dity;
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Or else let me die like a Dog in a string,
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