Thompson Tell-lyes.
OR
An Answer to Titus Tell-troth,
To the Tune of, Hail to the Mirtle Shades.
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(1)
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HAil to the Devil and Pope.
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To Lestrange and the rest of the Town,
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To the Tories who vainly do hope
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To see Protestants tumbling down;
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To Lestrange who has cover'd the Plot
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As much as a Knave could do,
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All hail to that Scribling Sot,
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Who doth to the Romans bow:
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(2)
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Hail to the Protestant Nat,
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And hail to his Fulsome Dame,
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Hail to that Popish Brat
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That bespatters our Church's fame.
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Hail to that Knave in grain,
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That never did good in his life,
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All hail to that Murtherous Cain,
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Who with Godfrey's Ghost is at strife.
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(3)
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These Villains do Titus despise,
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They make him the bane of the Town,
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They are broaching ten thousand lyes
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'Bout his Salamancha Gown;
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They Curse him for saving the Land,
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And are plotting his fame to destroy,
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Till Jack Ketch takes such Rascals in hand
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Our peace we shall never enjoy.
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(4)
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They call him a shred of a Loom
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They call him an Orthodox beast
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They Stile-him the Curse and the Doom
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Of the Lay-man as well as the Priest,
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Both Papist and Presbyter too;
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Oh how do these lyes agree?
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Sweet Nat I'le be judged by you,
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Unfold me this Mistery.
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(5)
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Oh Titus how have we abus'd
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Thy kindness and love to this Land?
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Our safety how have we refus'd?
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How naked and bare do we stand?
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We give way to the Plotters apace
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Those that save us we go to destroy,
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Oh! where is our wisdom and grace?
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How can we our comfort enjoy?
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(6)
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Titus the light of the Town
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They call Thee, (and well they may)
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But Banks that Papisticall Clown
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Calls Thee so in a jeering way;
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He calls Thee, the scorn of the Court,
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Oh! pity it should be so:
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What catle do thither resort
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By abusing of Thee we may know.
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(7)
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It galls them toth' heart we perceive
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That against any Popish Lord
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Our Nobles should Titus believe,
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They grieve that he was not abhor'd.
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They fret because Stafford did die,
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And that Shaftsbury yet is alive,
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See where their Religion doth lie
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Cramm'd up in a Popish Bee-hive.
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(8)
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Titus did swear apace
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Against some that he never saw,
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What man has the brazen face
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To say he Transgrest the Law?
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King, Council and Parliament, all
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Believ'd him we plainly see,
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Those that do not I wish they may fall
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By a Rope from the Triple Tree.
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