The London Cuckolds,
An Excellent New Song, to an Old Tune, etc.
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I.
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GIve over, you Whiggs,
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Your Protestant Jiggs,
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Have a care of a TORY Coranto;
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The Bullys at home,
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Whilst abroad you do roame
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To get Hands to your New Covenanto.
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II.
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He Enters with ease
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The Fort if he please,
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'Mean time you are forc't for a Ranto
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King and State too,
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To get One, at most Two,
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To Subscribe to your New Covenanto.
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III.
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Your Baggs at one End
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She Empties to Lend
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To her Dear, because TORY Gallanto.
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You th' other End save
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For that Goggle ey'd Knave,
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For to Swear to your New Covenanto.
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IV.
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If you smell her out,
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Her Jury, no doubt,
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But will bring in the Bill Ignoranto,
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Whilst you take such pain
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Ignoramus to gain,
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For to stand by your New Covenanto.
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V.
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You grudge yourselves Meat
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At the Nine-penny Treat,
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To encourage some Protestant Canto,
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To abuse the brave Duke,
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Or the TORYS rebuke,
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Or to cry up the New Covenanto.
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VI.
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Bonny Lads your Caps Burn,
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Round, a Round the Fire turn
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With an Honest true TORY Coranto.
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Jack Presbyter Roast,
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The Great Polish Hoast,
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With the Solemn League and Covenanto.
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