To the Tune of, Now now the Fight's done.
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The Compleat Swearing-Master:
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A Rare New Salamanca BALLAD.
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[1]
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ONce on a time, the Dr. did Swear,
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By the help of his Friend the Prince of the Air,
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He was busie in Consult, one day in Spain,
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And on the same day in England again,
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And the Dr. did Swear, that Noble Don John,
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Though little and Black, was a tall Fair Man.
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[2]
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The Dr. Swore he brought Commissions to Town,
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From Father Oliva, to men of Renown:
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To raise mighty Force, the King to destroy,
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For which many Ruffians the Pope did employ;
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And the Dr. did Swear that little Don John,
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Was Fair and also a very tall Man.
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[3]
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That forty thousand Pilgrims there were,
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Arm'd with Black Bills, that march'd in the Air,
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And ready to strike, when Pope should com-mand,
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And carry to Rome poor little England.
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And the Dr. did Swear, as few others can,
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That little Don John is a tall Fair Man.
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[4]
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And the Dr. did Swear he had Letters full many,
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But for all he Swore, he ne'r produc'd any,
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It's much he kept none to make out the matter,
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But it may be he lost them, in crossing the water;
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But that's all one, the Dr. Swore on,
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That little Don John was a tall Fair Man.
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[5]
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He Swore two hundred thousand pounds sent,
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To Ireland, which was all to be spent,
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In Squibs to burn houses, Amunition and Bills,
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And pay Popish Doctors for King-killing Pills:
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Which he swore had been done if the Plot had gon on,
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And then Swore Don John a very Fair Man.
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[6]
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And the Dr. did swear he knew not some men,
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Yet afterwards Swore, he knew them again;
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And the Dr. did Swear by fair candle-light,
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He could not discern a Man from a Mite:
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But believe him who will, for I hardly can,
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That little Don John is a tall Fair Man.
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[7]
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And he swore he always a Protestant was,
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And ne'r car'd a Fart for Pope or for Mass,
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And he swore he went to St. Omers to find
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What the Jesuits had against England design'd.
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And the Dr. did swear, deny it who can,
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That little Don John is a tall Fair Man.
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[8]
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And the Dr. did swear a thousand things more,
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That discovering the plot had made him so poor,
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And he swore himself 700 pounds worse,
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But a pox of all lies, take that with a curse:
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But I'le not believ't, although others can,
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That little Don John is a tall Fair Man.
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[9]
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Now if it should please the Dr. to swear
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To keep his hand in, a Man is a Bear;
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Or the Dr. will swear his Soul to the Devil,
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He shall do it for me, I love to be Civil;
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Every man in his way, let the Dr. swear on,
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But I beg his excuse in the size of Don John.
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[10]
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The Dr. may swear the Crow to be white,
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Or a Pigmey to be of Gygantick height,
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Or double his numbers of Pilgrims and Bills,
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And swear them drawn up in Lincolns-Inn-fields.
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I hear't and believ't as much as I can,
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That little Don John is a tall Fair Man.
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[11]
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There's no stopping the tide, let the D. swear on,
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The black is the fair, or the fair the black Man,
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Or swear what he will I care not a T---,
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I'de as soon as his, take another mans word:
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So Dr. be damn'd and swear all you can,
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Don John is not tall, nor yet a Fair Man:
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