The WHIGS laid open,
OR,
An Honest Ballad of these sad Times.
To a Mery Tune, called Old Symon the King.
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I.
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NOw the Plotters & Plots are confounded,
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And all their Designs are made known
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Which smellt so strong of the Round-head,
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And Treason of Forty One.
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And all the Pious Intentions
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For Property, Liberty, Laws,
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Are found to be only Inventions,
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To bring in their Good Old Cause.
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And all the Pious, etc.
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II.
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By their delicate Bill of Exclusion,
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So hotly pursu'd by the Rabble;
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They hop'd to have made such Confusion,
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As never was seen at Old Babel.
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Then Shaftsburys brave City Boys,
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And M------ths Countrey Relations,
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Were ready to second the Noise,
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And send it throughout the 3 Nations.
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Then Shaftsburys, etc.
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III.
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No more of the 5th of November,
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That Dangerous Desperate Plot;
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But ever with horrour remember
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Old Tony, Armstrong, and Scot.
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For Tony shou'd ne're be forgotten,
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Nor Fergusons Popular Rules;
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Nor M---th, or G---y, when they're rotten,
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For Popular, Politick Fools.
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For Tony shou'd, etc.
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IV.
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The Murder of Father and King,
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And Extinguishing all the right Line,
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Was a Good and a Godly thing;
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And worthy the Whigs Design:
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The Hanging of Prelate, and Peer,
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And putting the Guards to the Sword,
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And Fleying, and Slashing Lord Mayors,
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Was to do the Work o' the Lord.
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The Hanging of, etc.
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V.
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But I hope they will have their Desert,
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And the Gallows will have its due,
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And Jack Ketch will be more Expert,
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And in time be as Rich as a Jew,
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Whilst now in the Tavern we Sing,
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All Joy to great York and his Right,
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A Glorious long Reign to our King;
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But when They'v'e occasion we'll Fight.
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Whilst now in the Tavern, etc.
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VI.
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The name of a Whig and a Tory,
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No more shall Disquiet the Nation;
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We'll Fight for the Church and her Glory,
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And Pray for this Reformation.
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That ev'ry Factious Professor,
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And ev'ry Zealous Pretender
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May humble 'em, to the Successor
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Of Charles, our Nations Defender.
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That every Factious, etc.
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