THE
Lord Chancellors Villanies
Discovered.
Or, His Rise and Fall in the Four Last Years.
Tune of, Hey brave popery, etc.
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1.
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GOod people, I pray now attend to my Muse,
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I'le sing of a Villain I cannot abuse,
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The Halter and Axe no such men will refuse;
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Sing hey brave Chancellor, oh fine Chancellor,
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delicate Chancellor, oh.
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2.
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'Tis he was the cause of the Nations dismay,
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He hath e'er been a Knave from his birth to this day
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To see that sot hang'd we will make Holiday:
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sing hey brave Chancellor, etc.
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3.
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And first I will shew what he is in grain;
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I care not a pin for the boobee's disdain,
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His deeds now in brief unto you I'le proclaim:
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sing hey, etc.
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4.
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He was the Inventer of Oate's punishment,
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From Newgate to Tyburn, and thither he sent,
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To have him well whipt he gave his consent;
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sing hey brave, etc.
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5.
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The good Mr.Cornish did innocent die,
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And all by this Chancellor's curst Villany;
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His blood now from Heaven for Vengeance doth cry;
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sing hey, etc.
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6.
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He was the first Author that open'd his Jaws
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To take off the Test and Priviledge Laws;
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The beheading of Russel, 'twas he was the cause.
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sing hey, etc.
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Then next to the West he hurried with speed,
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To murther poor men, a very good deed,
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He made many honest mens hearts for to bleed.
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sing hey, etc.
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8.
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The prisoners to plead to his Lordship did cry,
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but still did make answer, and thus did reply,
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We'll hang you up first, and then after we'l try:
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sing hey, etc.
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9.
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Against their petitions then he stopt his Ears,
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And still did creat all their doubts and their fears,
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He left the poor Widows and Children in tears;
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sing hey, etc.
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He was the Inventer that first did promote
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That place call'd the Ecclesiastical Court,
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And thither he made the poor Clergy resort:
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sing hey brave Chancellor, etc.
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Of Magdalen-Colledge he thought it most fit
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To turn out the Fellows, a very fine trick,
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And place Father Walker, that curst Jesuite.
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sing hey brave, etc.
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Then next to the Tower our Bishops he packt,
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And swore he had done a very good act,
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But now shall he try'd for the matter of fact.
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sing hey, etc.
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And when that the Bishops were brought to be tryd
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To accept a petition they humbly desir'd;
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He swore he would prove it a Libel he cry'd;
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sing hey, etc.
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14.
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What can he say now the Parliament fits?
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Alas, they will Vote him quite out of his Wits,
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They'l make him run mad, or fall into Fits;
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sing hey brave, etc.
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15.
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In Wapping he thought for to make his escape,
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A very good Jest, but I faith it won't take,
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His head on the bridge must be stuck on a stake;
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sing hey, etc.
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16.
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He many seditions Lines hath penn'd,
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And sent them to P----- his honest friend;
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My Muse she grows weary, and this she doth end,
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With pox o Chancellor, villanous Chancellor,
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Damnable Chancellor, oh.
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