Oxford and Mortimers
VINDICATION:
Or, Another New SONG,
In ANSWER to Credit Restor'd.
To the Tune, Come prithee, HORACE, hold up thy Head.
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1.
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NOw High-Church rejoyce at this turn of the State,
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Which rescu'd from V------s the Nation;
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From the Year before this we ever may date,
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The Glory of new Reformation.
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2.
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The Bank we don't value so much as the M------r,
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Who for the late Ministry stickled,
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'Tis Int'rest enough when High-Church now dare
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Scorn R------s in sawciness pickled.
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3.
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The Faction you talk of was made by the Wh---gs,
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Whose Deeds extrinsick were ever;
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And tho' a Pit for the Church each Fanatick digs,
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Its Downfal here will be never.
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4.
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We know of no Hogs, except S---m the S---,
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Which at present disgruntles the Nation,
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Sacheverell we thank for the most happy Lott
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Of having this Administration.
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5.
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Our States-men with vigilent Care do their best
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To bring the War to a Conclusion;
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The Taxes they raise, will soon make us blest,
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To the Low-Fliers speedy Confusion.
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6.
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In the two Million Lott'ry no Person's compell'd
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To venture by Force (Sir) a shilling,
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For the Government being not arbitrary held,
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Each subject may do as he's willing.
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7.
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Now Accompts will be better made than before,
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When thirty five Millions was wanting;
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For the Low-Church shall finger our Money no more,
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Nor will we be fool'd by their Canting.
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8.
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Great Oxford and Mortimer Loyalty shews
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Unto Her Majesty treble;
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And he who not to Her Allegiance owes,
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May he quickly go to the D---l.
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9.
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The Door is now open'd, and not shut at all,
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As when ye hatched strange Factions,
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So timely the Court ordained your Fall,
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As seeing your horrid Transactions.
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10.
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Earl Rivers his Duty has Loyally done,
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For Anne our Faith's true Defender;
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Whose Right both Succession and Parliament own,
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In spight of the foolish Pretender.
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Ne'er fear but our Rulers so watchful will be,
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That Perkin, that Son of a W------e, Sir,
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They'll stretch at full length on the Tripple-Tree,
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Whene'er he comes here ashore, Sir.
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12.
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Had Peterbrough still been in Spain, his bright Sword
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Wou'd Anjou make cry Peccavi;
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And his Valour, none questions, might bravely afford
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Good Conduct too in our Navy.
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13.
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Our Trade in the South-Seas will bring us in Gain,
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Most pleasing unto the Nation;
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And what still add Glory to th' auspicious Reign,
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better our Navigation.
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14.
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Our Sea-men, where-ever they be, do not fear
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Their Pay, for Pay they don't grumble;
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And when the starv'd Squadrons of Lewis appear,
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To fight the French Dogs they don't mumble.
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15.
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The Schemes which of late were by Oxford contriv'd,
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And still his great Wisdom's pursuing,
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Shew plainly both Church and State are long-liv'd,
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For Britain this Good he is doing.
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16.
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As for the Examiner we do not care,
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He's an Author as factious as Tutchin,
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Or Daniel de Foe, who'll Loyalty dare,
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To have a Blot in his Scutcheon.
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17.
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Not publick or private is there any Debt,
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But what Her Majesty payeth,
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So for her long Life, to reign over us,
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Each Subject heartily prayeth.
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18.
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Our National Debts will be all clear'd in Time,
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Without going to any Stock-Jobbers,
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Who not only here, but in a different Clime,
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Are look'd on worser than Robbers.
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19.
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So doubting not of quelling old Lewis and Spain,
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Which to Charles by our Arms will be given;
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To Anne our good Soverign sing, Vive la Reine,
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Whose Fame do's eccho to Heaven.
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