The Protestant-FLAYL:
An Excellent New SONG.
To the Tune of, Lacy's Maggot; Or, The Hobby-Horse.
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LIsten a while, and I'l tell you a Tale
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Of a New Device of a Protestant Flayl,
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With a Thump, Thump, Thump, a Thump,
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Thump, a Thump, Thump.
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This FLAYL it was made of the finest wood,
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Well lin'd with Lead, and notable good,
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For splitting of Bones, and shedding the Bloud
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Of all that withstood,
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With a Thump, Thump, etc.
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[2]
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This Flayl was invented to thrash the Brain,
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And leave behind not the weight of a grain,
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With a Thump, etc.
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At the handle-end there hung a Weight,
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That carried within unavoidable Fate,
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To take the Monarch a rap in the Pate,
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And govern the State,
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With a Thump, etc.
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It took its Degree in Oxford-Town,
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And with the Carpenter went down,
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With a Thump, etc.
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If any durst his Might oppose,
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He had you close, in spight of your Nose,
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To carry on clever the Good Old Cause,
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And down with the Laws,
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With a Thump, etc.
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With this they threatened to fore-stall
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The Church, and give the Bishops a Mawl
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With a Thump, etc.
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If King and Lords would not submit
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To the Joyners wit whiles the House did sit,
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If this in the right place did hit,
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The Cause it would split,
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With a Thump, etc.
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[5]
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Two handfuls of Death, with a Thong hung fast.
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By a Zealot who hang'd himself at last,
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With a Thump, etc.
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With a moving head both stiff and stout,
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Found by the Protestant Joyner out,
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To have at the King & the Laws t' other bout,
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And turn them both out,
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With a Thump, etc.
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Invisibly 't wou'd deal his Blows,
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All to maintain the Good Old Cause,
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With a Thump, etc.
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Wou'd Liberty and Freedom bring
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To everything except the King,
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At Monarchy it had a fling,
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And took its swing,
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With a Thump, etc.
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This Flayl was made of the Newest Fashion,
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To heal the Breaches of the Nation,
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With a Thump, etc.
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If Faction any difference bred,
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T' wou'd split the Cause in the very Head,
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Till Monarchy reel'd, and Loyalty bled,
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And were knock'd in the Head,
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With a Thump, etc.
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When any Strife was in the State,
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This Flayl wou'd end the whole Debate,
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With a Thump, etc.
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'Gainst Arbitrary Power of State,
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And Popery which the Zealous hate,
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It wou'd give them such a Rap on the Pate,
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They must yield to their Fate,
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With a Thump, etc.
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It had a thousand Vertues more,
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And had a Salve for every Sore,
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With a Thump, etc.
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With this they thought to have maintain'd,
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The Loyal Tribe, and Royalists braind:
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But the Joyner was hang'd, and the Flayl was Arraign'd
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And the Conquest Regain'd,
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With a Thump, etc.
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[10]
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May Tony and all our Enemies,
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Meet with no better fate then his,
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With a Thump, etc.
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May Charles still Live to rule the State,
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And York whom all Dissenters hate,
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To be reveng'd upon their Pate,
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By timely fate,
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With a Thump, Thump, Thump a Thump,
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Thump, a Thump, Thump.
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