TORY in a Whigs Coat:
A New English BALLAD,
To an Old Scotch Tune, Up with Ayley, etc.
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[1]
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WHat! still ye Whigs uneasie!
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Will nothing cool your Brain,
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Unless Great Charles, to please-ye,
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Will let ye drive his Wain?
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Then up with Pr--- and O------,
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And up with Knaves a pair;
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But down with him that Votes
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Against a Lawful Heir.
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[2]
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Your Grievance is removd,
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Old Staffords made a Saint,
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Though you but little provd,
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The Karle away is sent.
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Then up with all your spight,
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And shew us what you mean;
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I fear me, by this Light,
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Ye long to vent your Spleen.
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[3]
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That Peerless House of Commons,
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So zealous for the Lord,
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Meant (piously) with some ons
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To flesh the Godlys Sword:
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Then up with au the Leaven,
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With each Dissenting Loon,
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Then up with Bully Stephen;
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But Colledge is gone doon.
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[4]
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What woud those Loons have had?
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What makes em still to mutter?
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I think thyre au gone mad,
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They keep so muckle clutter:
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Then up with P--------- and S------,
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Another Blessed Pair;
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And up with ery Brute;
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But chiefly Goathams Mayor.
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[5]
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Our Salamanca-Priest
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Has left his Flock in hast;
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And shrewdly is he mist;
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Which makes us all agast:
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Then up with Lads of worth,
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With Baldwin, Vile and Care;
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For these must now hold forth,
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And Dick shall nose a Prayr.
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But is awr Parson gone;
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And whither gone I trow?
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What, back agen to Spain?
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Geud Faith en let him go:
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Then up with blundering S.
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The Tories Plague, I trow;
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Tis he our Cause must bless
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With Characters, and so.------
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But scurvy Heraclitus,
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And Roger too, is rude,
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And Nat, who plagues poor Titus,
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Which makes us chew the Cud:
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Then up with Associations,
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Remonstrances and Libels;
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Tis these must save Three Nations,
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And will preserve our Bibles.
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[8]
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The Polish Fox does seem
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To sleep his time away;
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But his pernicious Dream
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Is (only) to Betray:
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Then up with How. the Mole,
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And many more that be;
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But up with Little Pole
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Upon the highest Tree.
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Hieraclitus is a Debtor,
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To some within the City,
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Who sent him sike a Letter,
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Hel pay them in a Ditty:
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Then up with au Dissenters,
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Up with em in a Cart:
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And up with him that ventures
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His Majesty to thwart.
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[10]
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But now Great YORK is come,
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(Whom Heaven still be with)
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Youll find (both all and some)
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Twas ill to shew your Teeth:
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Then up with ery Round-head,
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And ery Factious Brother,
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Youre Luck is now confounded,
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Ye au must up together.
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