A
New way to play an Old Game.
To the Tune of, Would you be a Man of Fashion, etc.
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HAve you heard of Forty-One Sir,
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when the Cause did thrive amain;
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Tonys Tap did freely run Sir,
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Tap did freely run Sir,
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and confronted Charles his Wain?
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When the Commons thought it reason,
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and a meritorious thing,
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to use Villany and Treason,
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and made Charles a Glorious King.
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II.
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Have you heard of Eighty-Three Sir,
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when a deeper PLOT was lay'n,
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When the Rascals did agree Sir,
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Rascals did agree Sir,
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to play o're the same again?
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When to act their Reformation,
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nought their Fury would suffice;
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But they needs must Purge the Nation,
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by a Royal Sacrifice.
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III.
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Have you seen those Motly-Martyrs,
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that did suffer for the Cause,
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Swinging in their Tyburn-Garters,
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In their Tyburn-Garters,
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to Attone their Sacred Laws?
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If the Blunderbuss shou'd miss Sir,
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and shou'd fail to kill the King,
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There are other means should hit Sir,
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and perform the Glorious Thing.
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IV.
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To his Name a Statues due Sir,
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higher than the Monument,
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Who this mighty Deed shall do Sir,
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Mighty Deed shall do Sir,
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so Great, so Good, so Excellent:
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Future Ages shall him Crown Sir,
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and shall bless the happy hour,
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And Religion shall fall down Sir,
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and adore her Saviour.
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V.
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Thus the Boasting Bigots Canted,
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(big with hopes of Common-Weal)
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Thus the Priestly Villain Ranted,
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Priestly Villian Ranted,
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in a Drunken fit of Zeal:
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But their Plots were all in vain Sir,
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and their Haughty rash Career,
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Signs and Wonders make it plain Sir,
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Kings are Heavens peculiar Care.
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