THE Jacobites Exultation
Upon their conceiv'd hopes of the
Present PLOT.
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I.
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NOW, now the Stubborn Whigs may Rot,
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Their Cause is quite undone,
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We have at last contriv'd a Plot,
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Exceeding Forty One.
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We'll make the Bigots all believe,
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If they would happy be,
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They must Mack Ninnys Right retrive;
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Then high Boys up go we.
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II.
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From Pulpit tall our Priest shall bawl,
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What wonders have been done,
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How Whigs the Father did Enthral,
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And how they serv'd the Son.
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For though the giddy Vulgar Rout,
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No difference can see,
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We'll impudently face it out;
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Then high Boys up go we.
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III.
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Though we our Duty have forgot,
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To testifie our Zeal,
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We'll swear King Will. into Plot,
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Against the Commonweal.
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The Dutch and He do both combine,
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That way to set us free,
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But we'll restore the Scottish Line;
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Then high Boys up go we.
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IV.
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No cost and labour we'll refuse,
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For Valiant Jemmys Right,
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We'll Flatter, Lie, Collogue, Accuse,
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And any thing but Fight.
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We'll swear Dissenters hate the King,
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And English Monarchy,
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Though to the Throne they did him bring;
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Then high Boys up go we.
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V.
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Our Matters so we'll bring about,
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They shall no more complain,
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And as we lately Preach'd him out,
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We'll Pray him in again.
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We'll make our Pulpit ring aloud
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Of Truth and Loyalty,
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With this Device we'll shame the Crowd;
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Then high Boys up go we.
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VI.
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Our Prayers and Tears we all do know
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With Orange did prevail,
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To cut the Oceans stormy Brow,
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With twice three hundred Sail.
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And as they serv'd to bring him o're,
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To set the Nation free,
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So they'l bring James to his old Shore;
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And high Boys up go we.
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VII.
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Our Holy Primate in his Den,
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Lies close as Mouse in Cheese,
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To each Petition cries Amen,
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For such good Days as these.
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When rambling James again shall come,
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What wonder will it be,
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That he who's pawn'd his Soul to Rome
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Should set God's People free.
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VIII.
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Thus do the Holy Brotherhood,
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Their Villanies maintain,
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To Treason Invocate the God
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They every Day prophane.
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Then since they're grown so vile and lewd,
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And there's no hopes they'll mend,
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The Dee'l himself take all the Brood,
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Henceforth World without end.
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