The Whiggish Poet's Recan-
tation: With an Account of his Misfortune in
his counterfeit Lawyers Gown.
When that I in a Lawyers Gown,Was got amongst the Lawyers;
I in my chewce was quickly found,I look'd more like a Sawyer.
To the Tune of, No Ignoramus Juries now.
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THis is my Reformation,
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and perfect Recantation,
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Which shall appear, both far and near,
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through all the Land and Nation.
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No Whining, nor Pining,
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nor Loyalty declining;
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But let the Law, keep Whiggs in Awe,
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and check their damn'd designing.
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I writ in praise of Tony,
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in short it was for Mony;
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But when I see, their Treachery,
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I'de be no more their Crony.
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No whining, nor pining, etc.
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I was a noble Spender,
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when Tony liv'd in Splendor,
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I us'd to write, The Whiggs delight;
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to me much Fame did render.
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No whining, nor pining, etc.
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And I was mighty handy,
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in filling out the Brandy;
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I'de Smoke and funk, till I was drunk,
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few whiggs could go beyond me.
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No whining, nor pining, etc.
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Those days Sir, while they lasted,
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I had Sack when I ask't it:
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When I was drunk they sent me home
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safe in a Porters Basket.
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No whining, nor pining, etc.
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When Russel was Arraigned,
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a Lawyers Gown I gained;
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I ask'd the Case, to my disgrace,
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and all my Credit stained.
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No whining, nor pining, etc.
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With Lawyers I Converced,
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but quickly was disgraced;
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I was undone, and forc'd to run,
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and dare not stand to face it.
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No whining, nor pining, etc.
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Ambition so abounded,
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and I with shame surrounded:
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I with my Gown, was tumbled down,
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and all my Wits confounded.
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No whining, nor pining, etc.
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This did eclipse my glory,
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a sad and dismal Story;
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The Rabble I, will now defie,
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and turn a Loyal Tory.
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No whining, nor pining, etc.
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God Bless great CHARLES and Jemmy,
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and all the whole Retinue,
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With Peacc and Love, down from A-bove,
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with happy Days and many.
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No whining, nor pining,
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nor Loyalty declining;
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But let the Law, keep Whiggs in Awe,
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and check their damn'd designing.
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