Private Occurrences;
OR,
The Transactions of the four last Years, Written in
Imitation of the Old Ballad of
Hey brave Oliver, Ho brave Oliver, etc.
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A Protestant Muse, yet a Lover of Kings:
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On th'Age, grown a little Satyrical, Sings,
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Of Papists, their Councels, and other fine things.
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Sing hey brave Popery, ho rare Popery, oh fine Po-pery.
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Oh dainty Popery, oh.
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2.
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She hopes she offends no Englishman's patience;
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Tho Satyr's forbid on all such occasions,
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She's too good a Subject to Read Declarations.
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Sing hey brave Popery, etc.
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3.
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If the saying be good, of Let him laugh that Wins,
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Sure a Loser may smile without any offence:
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My Muse then is gamesom, and thus she begins;
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With hey brave Popery, etc.
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4.
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When Ch----- deceas'd, to His Kingdoms dismay,
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By an Appoplex, or else some other way;
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Our Brother with Shouts was Proclaim'd the same day.
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Sing hey brave Popery, etc.
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5.
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His first Royal Promise was never to touch
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Our Rights, nor Religion, nor Priviledge grutch:
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But Pet--- swore Dam him, he granted too much.
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Sing hey brave Popery, etc.
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6.
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Then Mon------ came in with an Army of Fools:
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Betray'd by his Cuckold, and other dull Tools
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That Painted the Turfe of Green Sedgmore with Gules.
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Sing hey brave Popery, etc.
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7.
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That Victory gotten, some think to our wrong:
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The Priests braid out Joy in a Thanksgiving Song,
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And Teague with the Bald-pates were at it ding dong.
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Sing hey brave Popery, etc.
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8.
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Then straight a strong Army was levy'd in hast,
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To hinder Rebellion; a very good Jest;
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For some Rogues will swear 'twas to Murder the Test.
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Sing hey brave Popery, etc.
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9.
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A Politique Law which Recusants did doom;
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That into our Senate, they never might come;
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But Equivalent since, was propos'd in its Room.
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Sing hey brave Popery, etc.
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10.
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As if a True Friend should in Kindness demand
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A Tooth in my Head, which firmly doth stand,
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To give for't another he had in his hand.
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Sing hey brave Popery, etc.
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11.
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Then Term after Term, this great Matter was weigh'd,
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Old Judges turn'd out, and new Block---ds made:
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That Cooke or Wife Littleton never did read.
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Sing hey brave Popery, etc.
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12.
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The good Church of England with speed was run down,
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Whose Loyalty ever stood fast to the Crown,
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And Presbiter John was made Mayor of the Town.
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Sing hey brave Popery, etc.
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13.
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The Bishops Disgrace made the Clergy to sob:
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A Prey to Old Pet--- and President Bob;
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And hurried to Prison as if they did Rob.
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Sing hey brave Popery, etc.
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14.
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Then into the World, a Dear P------ of W---- slipt.
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'Twas plain, for we hear a great Minister peep'd.
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The Bricklayer for prating had like t'a bin whip'd.
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Sing hey brave Popery, etc.
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15.
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Thus Englands Distresses more fierce than the Plague,
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That during three Years, of no Quiet could bragg.
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The Prince van Auraignia has brought from the Hague.
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Sing hey brave Popery, etc.
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16.
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A strong Fleet and Army t'Invade us are bent;
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We know not the Cause, tho there is something in't;
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But we doubt not, e'er long we shall see it in Print.
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Sing hey brave Popery, etc.
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17.
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Ah England, that never couldst value thy Peace:
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Had matters been now as in Elsabeths Days,
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The Dutch had ne'r ventur'd to Fish in our Seas.
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Then Curse of Popery, pox o Popery, plague o' Po-pery,
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Oh Senceless Popery, oh.
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