Truth Tryumphant,
Over Perjury Rampant.
On the Tryal of the Salamanca Doctor at the Kings-Bench-Bar, May the 8th. and 9th. 1685.
To the Tune of, Sir Eglemore.
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THere was a Doctor of antient Fame,
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With a Sa-la-manca la,
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He never was Christned, yet carried the name
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Of a Sa-la-manca-la.
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A Popish Holder-forth was he,
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A Doctor he was, yet ne'r took a Degree,
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At Sa-la manca, Sa-la, Sa-la-manca la.
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This Doctor he was a Knight of the Post,
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With a Sa-la-manca la,
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And amongst the Evidence rull'd the Roast,
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With a Sa-la-manca la.
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He nothing but the Truth did swear,
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But the Devil a word of Truth was there,
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With a Sa-la-manca, sa-la, Sa-la-manca la.
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A Turn-coat Orthodox Divine,
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With a Sa-la-manca la.
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And cou'd amongst the Brethren whine;
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With a Sa-la-manca la.
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A dangerous Plot he did disclose
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Against the King, yet stuck to his Foes,
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With a Sa-la-manca, sa-la, Sa-la-manca la.
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His Nose was made of shining Brass,
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With a Sa-la-manca la,
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With a Mouth in the middle of his Face,
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With a Sa-la-manca la.
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when all the Pack was on the scent,
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This Blood-hound he all the Beagles out-went,
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With a Sa-la-manca sa-la, Sa-la-manca la.
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The Doctor a step had so damnable wide,
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With a Sa-la-manca la,
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'Twixt London and Paris he could easily stride,
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With a Sa-la-manca la.
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One foot in St. Clements at the White-Horse,
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And 'tother astride at St. Omers-Cross,
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With a Sa-la-manca, etc.
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He had a delicate Eagles Eye,
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Whith a Sa-la-manca la,
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500 miles distant his Prey he could spy,
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With a Sa-la-manca la,
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He could see old Ireland in the Strand,
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And little Don John in the Austrian Band,
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With a Sa-la-manca, etc.
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Like Jupiter he had an Ear,
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With a Sa-la-manca la,
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At once all Mortals he could hear,
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With a Sa-la-manca la.
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What's said in England, Spain, or France,
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Tho' he never heard Truth, but when he heard Prance,
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With a Sa-la-manca, etc.
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But now alas! by the Leg he is ty'd,
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With a Sa-la-manca la,
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Which has quite spoil'd his striding so wide,
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With a Sa-la-manca la.
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In Links and Cains our Jove they bind,
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And the Doctor to one place is confin'd,
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With a Sa-la-manca, etc.
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Thus clog'd with his Garters, and ready at call
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With a Sa-la-maca la
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The Doctor was summon'd to Westminster-Hall;
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With a Sa-la manca la,
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With Joyful shouts, and Tuneful strains,
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The Clog of his Conscience and the ratling Chains,
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With a Sa-la-manca, etc.
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Of Witnesses a Noble Train,
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With a Sa-la-manca la,
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Came from St. Omers, France and Spain,
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With a Sa-la-manca la.
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Both Judge and Prelate thither came,
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To say what they cou'd in the Doctors Fame,
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With a Sa-la-manca, etc.
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And now by what it did appear
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With a Sa-lamanca la,
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And all the Evidence summon'd there,
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With a Sa-la-manca la.
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The Asse for all his long loud Ear,
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Not one true word of himself could hear,
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With a Sa-la-manca, etc.
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The first he heard was a fatal Note,
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With a Sa-la-manca la,
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You are Guilty Sir Rogue of a damnable Plot,
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With a Sa-la-manca la.
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But to hear himself Perjur'd, & damn'd withal,
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He had better have had no Ears at all;
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With a Sa-la-manca, etc.
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Then Hanging had been his Distiny,
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With a Sa-la-manca la,
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And never disgrac'd the Pillory,
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With a Sa-la-manca la.
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But now he's bound in Garter and Cuff
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To do Penance within a Wooden-Ruff,
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With a Sa-la-manca, etc.
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Not all his Spells can shun this Fate
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Of a Sa-la-manca la,
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Although the Brethren Pawn'd their Plate,
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With a Sa-la-manca la.
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Although he Poyson'd the Dog, with hope
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Of scaping with 35 Fathams of Rope,
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With a Sa-la-manca, etc.
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By many lengths here he out-run the Plot,
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With a Sa-la-manca la,
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When but one was predestin'd to his Lot,
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With a Sa-la manca la.
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And may such Fate all Whigs attend,
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Who with Loyal pretence prove Rogues in the ead,
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With a Sa-la-manca, sa la, Sa-la-manca la.
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