A Looking-glass for a Tory;
Or the Bogg-Trotter's Glory
To the Tune of Hey Boys up go we.
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THE Devil and we have done brave things,
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No age can match the same;
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We have disturb'd the best of Kings,
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Set England in a flame.
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We've made his Subjects almost mad,
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A man that's blind may see
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And yet we have escaped a gad,
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Such crafty Knaves are we.
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We Swear this Hour and next deny
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What we before had Sworn;
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Both God and Conscience we defie,
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Religion we do Scorn:
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If we confess, the Priests forgive,
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What sins so e're they be:
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Like Devils on earth we mean to live,
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Such Perjur'd Knaves are we.
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We make new Plots to hide the old,
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And thus we please the Pope;
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Let us but have the Roman Gold,
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Wee'l never fear a Rope.
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Wee'l make old Tony Cooper know,
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That we such pranks can play,
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As shall give him a gentle blow,
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The clean contrary way.
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An Oath in Bonny-clapper dipt,
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Goes nimbly down our throats:
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Wee'l venture to be hang'd or whipt,
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For sixpence or two groats.
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We fear no collours red nor blue,
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Our wits are gone astray,
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We go to Heaven (give us our due)
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The clean contrary way.
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Oh Cram a Chree the times are hard,
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We know not how to live;
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If that our Oaths should be debarr'd,
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And Pope no Money give,
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Why fait and trote dear Joy we must
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With our Potatoes play,
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And the English would preserve our dust,
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The clean contrary way.
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But by my Gossips hand hand a gra,
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Our Priests have spurr'd us on,
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And we will try to stretch the Law,
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Before we will be gone;
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Wee'l swear for shooes and throw our brogues
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To the Devil on New-years day:
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We know that none will count us Rogues
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The Clean contrary way.
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A Testimony Maker may
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Spring up within a night,
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We know that many a man will say,
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A Mushroom's come in sight:
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But let them rail and slight us now,
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They shall our glory see,
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The Devil and Pope our Trades allow,
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Sing hey boys up go we.
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If we could Swear the Pope again,
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Unto the British Shore,
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And see the English Rascals slain,
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And tumbling in their gore;
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Then every Teague would get his Land,
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Rebels of each degree;
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And we might with our Swords in hand
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Sing hey boys up go we.
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Now by Saint Patrick let us try
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What man can Swear the best,
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A Pox upon a Common lye,
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Let's swear above the rest.
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Let's swear that every Protestant,
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Their Sacred King would slay,
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And we shall rise let who will want,
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The clean contrary way.
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Let's swear the Papists ne're did ill,
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Since Mass was first in fashion,
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That they had neither pow'r nor will
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To hurt the English Nation:
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That they're as harmless as a child,
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Which ev'ry man may see,
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And when our Oaths have them beguil'd
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Then hey boys up go we.
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Let's Swear that Godfrey hang'd himself,
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Because he could not wed;
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And then he forfeits all his wealth,
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And the Plot will all lye dead.
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Let's Swear that these Morocco blades,
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Brought Oats but tother day
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Upon their pretty Barbary Jades,
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Though the clean contrary way.
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Let's Swear with all our force and might,
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There was no Powder Treason,
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And then one fasting day take flight,
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You know it is but reason.
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Let's Swear the City ne're was burn'd
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By Papists that did flee,
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And then the stream will soon be turn'd,
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And hey boys up go we.
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