The Loyal Caution
To all the KINGS Friends;
OR,
Parson Faringtons Misfortune in getting his Landlady to Rub his Back.
A SONG.
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I.
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LEt Plotters never be forgotten,
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let Traytors be Lasht with the Laws,
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Let Trimmers whose hearts are yet Rotten,
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and mourn for the Dying Old Cause:
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Let the Verge of Court be Cleared,
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Let never a Whigg come near it,
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A Sacred Place,
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For Princes Ordained,
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For none that envies the just Royal Race:
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II.
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Search every Corner and Cavern,
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the Cock-Pit as well as the rest,
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Examine the Court-Celler-Tavern,
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a Brood of Caballers there Nest.
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Expell 'em out, a Vengeance,
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For they are dangerous Engines,
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Treason in Grain,
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They Plot to Unhinge us,
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They'r wheeling about to Charge us again.
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III.
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We fear not their Arms nor their Numbers,
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all Traytors are Cowards in their hearts,
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In blackest Surprizes and Murthers,
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consisteth the best of their parts:
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Then Halter up each Traytor,
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Just like the Four-Legg'd Quaker,
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That Cover'd the Mare,
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It is in the Nature,
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Of Rebels and Beasts to Couple and Pair.
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IV.
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Look sharp, for the Non-Cunning Preachers,
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the Pest and Pox of the Town,
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Makes Taylors and Tinkers turn Teachers,
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to share in the Spoils of a Crown:
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O Parson Faringtons Itching,
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When he came home from Bitching,
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His Flames to Revile,
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With Fawning and Stretching,
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Then just like a Cat he turn'd up his Tayl.
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V.
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To his Landlady made his Addresses,
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who had a kind Husband below,
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She cry'd out against his Caresses,
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her Husband ran up for to know:
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And asking what was the Matter,
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She shew'd him how he run at her,
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A Bloody Saint,
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Between Wind and Water,
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But her Husband was Loyal & gave him a Cant.
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VI.
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He handed him o're the Bellcony,
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poor Whigg squabb'd down in the street,
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To try if this Cat that lov'd Coney,
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had th' Art for to fall on his Feet:
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Now he advises the Godly,
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Not to use their Tallent so oddly,
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But with the Saints Wives,
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And Daughters that wou'd be
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Done over & Sainted as leif as their Lives.
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VII.
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O Parson, Read the Heel-Mender,
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an Eminent Whigg and a Fool,
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Now lets his Communion-Chamber,
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to his Sisters for a Dancing-School:
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Let Kent-Street and Wapping be searched,
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There's many a Plot has been hatched,
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Let Hodsdon be Burn'd,
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I'th way to New-Market,
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That Rumbold i'th midst of the flames may be turn'd.
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VIII.
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Now two Loyal Sheriffs are Elected,
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without either Riot or Noise,
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Which shews the Old Cause is Detected,
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no Voting for Pillion and Bois;
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Brave Daniel and Dashwood Professors,
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For King and his Lawful Successors,
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These let us sing,
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For Loyal Addressors,
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We'l drink their good Healths and pray for the King.
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