The CONSPIRACY:
OR,
The Discovery of the Fanatick Plot.
To the Tune of, Let Oliver now be forgotten, etc.
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I.
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LEt Pickering now be forgotten,
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Old Rumbold has wip'd off his scores;
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Since Presbyter Jack went a Plotting,
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The Jesuits turn'd out of Doors:
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For Brewing, swilling of Treason,
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King-killing without reason,
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Of all the Pack,
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Noble or Peasant,
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None can exceed old Presbyter Jack.
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II.
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First, the hot Sectaries Voted,
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Treason to murther the King;
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And next the bold Regicides Plotted
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To compass the very same Thing:
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Their Votes and Arbitrary Power,
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That sent the Lords to the Tower,
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We now see plain,
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Every hour,
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They'd the old Game play over again.
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III.
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Rumsey and Rumbold indented
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At Hodsdon their Ambush to bring;
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But Heav'n and the Fire prevented,
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And Providence guarded the KING:
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The Whigs the Treason propounded;
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But when the Trumpet sounded
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For Cambridgeshire,
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All were confounded,
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Taken or fled both Peasant and Peer.
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IV.
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M------th for Wit, who was able
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To make to a Crown a pretence,
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The Head and the Hope of the Rabble,
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A Loyal and Politick Prince:
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But now He's gone into Holland,
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To be a King of no-Land,
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Or else must be
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Monarch of Poland,
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Was ever Son so Loyal as He?
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V.
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Lord G---y and A---ng the Bully,
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That Prudent and Politick Knight,
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Who made of His Grace such a Cully,
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Together have taken their flight:
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Is this your Races, Horse-matches,
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His Grace's swift Dispatches
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From Shire to Shire?
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Under the Hatches,
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Now above Deck you dare not appear.
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VI.
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Brave R---l and S---y the Bully,
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That stood for the holy Old Cause;
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And Trenchard drawn in for a Cully,
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In spight of Allegiance and Laws;
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And Wildman too, with his Cannon,
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With Walcot, Smith, and Aaron,
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With Mead and Bourn,
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Every Man, on
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To Tyburn goes the next in his Turn.
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VII.
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Next Valiant and Noble Lord H---d,
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That formerly dealt in Lambs-wool,
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And knows what it is to be Tower'd,
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By Impeaching may fill the Jayls full:
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And next to him Cully B---n
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The Wit; and famous Hambden
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Must take his place,
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Who did abandon
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All Loyalty, Religion, and Grace.
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VIII.
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Hone, and Rowse, the King and His Brother
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That they were to kill 'em confest,
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And now they hang up another,
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Holms, Blaney, Lee, Walcot and West:
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May all such Traytors discarded,
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To Tyburn be well guarded,
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And ev'ry thing
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Be so rewarded,
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That would oppose so Gracious a KING.
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