A Choice New SONG, call'd,
She-Land, and Robinocracy.
To all Sorts of Tunes.
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SHe-Land, the Praise of all the Earth
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Surrounded by the Waves,
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Has Thriving Land upon the East,
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On South the Land of Slaves.
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2.
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The West and North has Shelves and Rocks,
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And Islands near the Shore,
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The People Rich in Trading Stocks
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Of old, but now grown poor.
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3.
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This Country once had Famous Laws,
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And Liberty did Boast;
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But now o'er-run by Cackling Daws,
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Their Property is lost.
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4.
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Their Government of yore well pois'd,
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Secur'd the Folks from Thrall;
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But ROBINOCRACY, at last,
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Spoil'd and confounded all.
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5.
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'Tis fram'd of Knavish cunning Tricks,
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Hypocrisy and Fraud;
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The State loves Gaulish Politicks,
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The Church the Schemes of Laud.
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Some call it boundless Monarchy,
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But Gunarchy's the Name:
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Or rather Lawless Anarchy,
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Of Governments the Shame.
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7.
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Sometimes a King, sometimes a Queen,
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A Serving-man, or Maid;
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A Pimp, or Bawd do rule this Land
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Just as the Plot is laid.
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8.
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For ROBINOCRACY consists
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In getting Pow'r and Gold,
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By any Method that one lists,
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Which for the time will hold.
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One Day a Saint, the t'other Fiend
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Now true, and then a Knave;
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Boist'rous sometimes, at others kind,
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But all the Game to save.
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10.
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Cameleon like it takes each Hue,
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Puts on all Shapes and Sizes,
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Brings ev'ry Month a Scheme that's new,
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But Constancy despises.
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Religion a meer Stalking-Horse,
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Is in this Region made;
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'Tis High, or Low, or None, that's worse,
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Just as the Priests are paid.
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12.
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Those Venal Souls puff'd up with Pride
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Do claim a Pow'r Divine;
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The Laymens Backs to mount and ride,
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At which none must repine.
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13.
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The Firsts and Tenths are not enough
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The Clergy's Paunch to fill,
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Two Thirds at least their Bags must stuff,
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Or else they take it ill.
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The Church in Danger is, they cry,
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When Priests are not in Pow'r,
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The Laymens Souls in Hell to fry,
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And Substance to devour.
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The Monarchys undone, they say,
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And Common-Wealth takes place,
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Unless the High-Priests bear the Sway,
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And guide the Royal Race.
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Thus Bobdid teach the Fools to prate
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Till he had gain'd his Ends,
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Which was the Chief Posts of the State,
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And then he bilk'd his Friends.
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They clamour'd loud he was Unjust,
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Swore he betray'd their Cause;
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And as he serv'd the Blackbirds first,
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So now he serv'd the Daws.
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18.
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They lov'd to build on Steeples high,
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And 'bove the Clouds to soar,
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Control'd by none but Y---ks Magpy,
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Yet still they're plagu'd with more.
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19.
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The Eaglet of a Roman Breed
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They hop'd for long ago,
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But a She-Vulture in his stead,
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Continues all their Wo.
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By ROBINOCRACY, cry they,
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We're ruin'd and undone;
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The Blackbirds did the Dad betray,
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And Bob will cheat the Son.
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He hugs the Sister O------rp,
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And fumbles her a-bed;
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Curse on the Lecher's Gunarchy,
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And on his S. S---a Trade.
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We lash'd and damn'd the Rebel W---gs
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Until we pull'd 'em down,
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And now we're chous'd by T---y Prigs,
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Our Cause who dare not own.
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23.
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Or rather would the Saddle keep
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Since they are got astride,
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We'll call the Chevalier o'er the Deep,
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And force the Rogues to hide.
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24.
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Ox---d alone shall not bear Rule,
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And act the Part of Noll;
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We'll bait and hunt the Trait'rous Tool
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To M------rs great Hole.
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25.
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The W---gs mean time do laugh and sneer,
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As they those Feuds discover,
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And hope the Clouds at last will clear,
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In Favour of H------ver.
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26.
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Then Jacks and Tories both shall run
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To Rome, or else St. Germain,
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And in She-Land we shan't have one
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Of that base sort of Vermin.
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