A new
SONG
Called the SALAMANCA Doctors
GLISTER-PIPE,
Or a new way to purge the Plott.
For want now of a holy Sister
The Doctor gives his Man a Glister.
Tune of some say there was a Popish Plot,
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ALL in the dayes of Lying men
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When th' Doctor swore what not sir,
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He took's mans bum
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For Evidence dumb
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And Buggard him into a Plot sir,
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Help Bedlow, Prance and Waller now
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For we shall all come poorer
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For their's no hope
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To confound the Pope
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Since the Doctor's turn'd Bum-borer.
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Old subtle Tony hasts away
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To Holland to lose his Tap
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Else th' Doctors Oathes
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Had swore down's clothes
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And given his bum a clap:
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Help Bedlow, Prance and Waller now
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With oh! the zealous sister
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For the Doctor alass
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Growing hot in the A------s
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Hath given his man a Glister.
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To add to his damnable crime
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The politick whiggs to redeem
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From the City is fled
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Since Tony's dead
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And left them in a dream,
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Help all you perjured zealots now
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To save your canting brother,
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Like a false Trepan,
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He turned cat in the pan
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From one side to another.
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The Nations great preserver now
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Of Salamanca College
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A true swearing Whore
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Laid two brats at his dore
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All this is to our knowledge,
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Help all you Plot begetters
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To save our perjured Pastor
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Since he was so bold
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His soul to have sold
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To buy and sell his Master.
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If this be the Light of the Nation then
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Who Evidence us'd to ralley
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May he with all speed
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For that fine deed
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Be hang'd in some dark Alley:
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Help Bedlow, Prance and Waller now
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With oh! the zealous sister
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For the Doctor alass
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Growing hot in the A----s
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Hath given his man a Glyster.
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