The Young Bastards Wish,
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To the Tune of the Old Mans Wish
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I.
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IF I live to be King, as the world knows I hope,
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I'll hang up the Bishops, L'Estrange, and the Pope;
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My Father and Uncle, shall be the first Prey,
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That I'll Murder upon my great Coronation Day.
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I'll Govern three Kingdoms with absolute sway,
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Grant Lisence for Whoring each Q. Bess--- day,
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Ambition and Faction shall never decay, shall never decay.
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II.
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Then e'ry Buffoon that the Rout can afford,
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I'll quickly create him a Knight or a Lord:
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Then court them with Congys, & smile on my Train,
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And swear by my Maker I ever shall Reign.
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I'll Govern, etc.
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III.
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I'll give them Commissions their States to possess,
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Of e'ry Lord, Duke, Great Peer and Marquess:
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The Bishops and Clergy, I'll hang up in Chains,
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Till none but the Saints of my Party Remains.
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I'll Govern, etc.
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IV.
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And when thus Establish'd all things to my Ends,
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I'll hang up the Chief of my created Friends:
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When three parts o' th' Nation, is fall'n in my power,
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'll burn down the City, Demolish the Tower.
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I'll Govern, etc.
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V.
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And each Corporation that strength can afford,
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Shall yield me Allegience, or dye by the Sword;
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As Nero did Rome the Nation I'll burn,
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Till each City dreads that the next is her turn.
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I'll Govern, etc.
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VI.
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All this by the power of the Rout I'll perform,
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And those that opposes I'll hang up in scorn;
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And Laugh at their Nonsense that sat me on Throne
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Till no Man dare say that his Life is his own.
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I'll Govern, etc.
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VII.
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Then next I'll Debauch the sweet Wife of my Friend,
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And ravish ten Sisters where none dare contend:
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Each Night a true Virgin shall come to my Bed
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If false, the next Morning I'll cut off her Head.,
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I'll Govern, etc.
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VIII.
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The Daughters of those that I hang'd for my Father,
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Shall all be my Misses and Brood that comes after;
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Their Lives may be 'lustrious in process of time,
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As Pious and Powerful as this Life of mine.
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I'll Govern, etc.
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IX.
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Danvers, I'll make him my Master of Horse,
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And Argile in Scotland Command all my Force;
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And Grey the Lieutenant of Ireland I'll send,
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And my Palace in Kent-street in Southwark shall stand.
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I'll Govern,
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X.
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No Parliament Rumps for fear of some Trick,
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Lest they hang me, or serve me like Olivers Dick;
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But as many Wenches the best I can Choose;
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As will fill up Westminster, White-Hall and the Muse.
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I'll Govern three Kingdoms with absolute sway,
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Grant Lisence for Whoring each Q. Bess--- day,
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Ambition and Faction shall never decay, shall never decay.
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