The WHIGs Exaltation;
A Pleasant New SONG of 82. To an Old Tune of 41.
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NOw Now the Tories all shall stoop,
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Religion and the Laws,
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and Whigs on Commonwealth Get up
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to Tap the Good Old Cause:
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Tantivy-Boys shall all go down,
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And haughty Monarchy;
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The Leathern Cap shall brave the Throne;
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Then Hey Boys up go We.
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[2]
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When once that Anti-christian Crew
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Are crushd, and Overthrown,
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Wel teach the Nobles how to bow,
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And keep their Gentry down;
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Good Manners has a bad Repute,
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And tends to Pride we see;
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Wel therefore cry all Breeding down,
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And Hey Boys up go We.
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[3]
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The Name of Lord shall be Abhord,
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For evry Mans a Brother;
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What Reason then in Church or State
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One Man should Rule another?
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Thus having Pilld and Plunderd all,
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And Leveld each Degree,
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Wel make their plump young Daughters fall,
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And Hey Boys up go We.
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[4]
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What though the KING and Parliament
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Cannot accord together,
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We have good Cause to be Content,
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This is Our Sun-shine Weather;
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For if good Reason should take place,
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And they should both agree,
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Dzowns whod be in a Round-heads Case,
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For Hey then up go We?
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[5]
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Wel down with all the Versities
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Where Learning is Profest;
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For they still Practice, and Maintain
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The Language of the Beast;
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Wel Exercise in every Grove,
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And Preach beneath a Tree;
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Wel make a Pulpit of a Tub,
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Then Hey Boys up go We.
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[6]
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The Whigs shall Rule Committee Chair,
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Who will such Laws Invent,
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As shall Exclude the Lawful Heir
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By Act of Parliament:
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Wel cut His Royal Highness down,
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Een shorter by the Knee,
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That He shall never reach the Throne,
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Then Hey Boys up go We.
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[7]
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Wel Smite the Idol in Guild-Hall,
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And Then (as we were wont,)
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Wel cry it was a Popish Plot,
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And Swear those Rogues have dont;
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His Royal Highness to Unthrown
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Our Interest will be,
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For if He ere Enjoy His own,
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Then Hey Boys up go We.
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[8]
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Wel break the Windows which the Whore
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Of Babylon has Painted;
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And when their Bishops are pulld down,
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Our Elders shall be Sainted:
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Thus having quite Enslavd the Throne,
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Pretending to set Free,
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At last the Gallows claims its own,
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Then Hey Boys up go We.
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