THE
DEVONSHIRE BALLAD.
To the Tune of1642.
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NOw all old Cavaliers now or ne'er stand to it;
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The Synod dissolv'd, and the Ball's at your foot,
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But if Faction prevail, you're destroy'd branch and root
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Branch and Root.
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Jack Presbyter's Agents are busie 'tis clear,
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To advance dame M. over the shire,
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For her Knight doth under Covert also appear,
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appear.
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Vous Avez Tom R. a Zealot of note,
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Who for factious Meetings the Statute doth quote,
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Whiles Conscience cryes, Dog you lie in your throat,
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your Throat.
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Enter impudent D. I do thee no wrong,
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A very fit Priest to lead Knaves along,
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For he'll sell his Mother Church for a Song,
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A Song.
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The Knights Steward M. Chap. comes next,
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At whom the Tenants are damnably vext,
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Because he handles them worse than his Text,
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His Text.
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In querpo he walks the streets of the Town,
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Not so fit for a Priest, as a Cassock and Gown,
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Yet the proper garb for the son of a Clown,
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A Clown.
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Vous Aves J.H. a very good Reason,
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An old Rebel Knave, the critical season
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For the safe plotting and acting of Treason,
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of Treason.
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D.D.V.L. the Loyalists guess
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For the Devils palate an excellent Mess,
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No Cook like the Hangman such Victuals can dress,
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can Dress.
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Sir W.M. comes next in the way,
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If you dislike him take Chidley I pray;
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There must be a Fool as well as a Knave in the Play,
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The Play.
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It's beneath me to speak of the rest of the Cattle,
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Who proudly do bid God's Anointed to Battle;
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I hope Charles the Second will give them a Rattle,
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A Rattle.
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Amen.
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What the Priests Gospel call,
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Doth not move us at all;
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We Commons will have the Dominion,
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What of old Saint Paul wrote
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Of Subjection we Vote
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To be only one Doctors opinion.
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Since James does not merit
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After Charles to inherit,
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But hates the new Saints Reformation;
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We'l be rul'd by the Devil,
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And do what is Evil,
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That good may thence come to the Nation.
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We are taught by old Peter
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To submit, but 'tis sweeter
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To rule as his Successors tell us,
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Let Charles and State groan
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We'l give Laws to the Throne;
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At least be his Majesties Fellows.
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What's great Charles unto us,
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If he let James undo us,
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We owe him no longer subjection,
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Than he doth afford
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The use of his sword,
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And appears for our protection.
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Let him lay York aside,
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Let Jack Presbyter ride,
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'Tis the only way for to please us;
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Then to him we'l be true
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As the treacherous Jew
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To the innocent Sovereign Jesus.
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Then 'twill quickly appear,
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That we value Tangier,
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And he need not to make any Motion
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On that score agen;
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For money or men
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All we have is at his Devotion.
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