The LOYAL FEAST,
Design'd to be kept in Haberdashers-Hall, on Friday the 21st.
of April 1682. By His Majesties most Loyal True Blue
Protestant Subjects; and how it was Defeated.
The Whigs from North to South, from West to East,
Did all Contribute to a LOYAL FEAST;
To this great work a GUINEY was the least.
They clear'd the Stalls of Fish, Flesh, Fowl, and Beast,
Where Tony and brave Perkin was a Guest,
But what Succeeded this, makes up the Jest.
To the Tune of, Sawney will never be my Love again.
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(1.)
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TONY was small, but of Noble Race,
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And was beloved of ev'ryone;
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He Broach'd his Tap, and it ran apace
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To make a Solemn Treat for all the Town.
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He sent to Yeoman, Knight, and Lord,
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The Holy Tribe to Entertain
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With all the Nation cou'd afford,
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But Tony will never be himself again.
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He sent to the Shambles for all their Store,
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And left behind neither Fowl nor Beast;
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The Spiggot ran swift, and sain wou'd do more
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To make the Lords a Noble Feast;
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He sent to Market, sent to Fair,
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His Loyal Guests to Entertain,
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But of the Banquet he had no Share,
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And Tony will never be himself again.
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(3.)
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At two great Halls in LONDON Town,
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Design'd to Meet a Jovial Crew
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Of Lords and Knights of High Renown,
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And all were Protestants True Blue.
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They Threw in Guineys free as Brass,
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The Noble Frolick to Maintain,
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But on Old Rowley the Sham wou'd not pass,
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And Tony will never be himself again.
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(4)
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With Duty to their Lawful Prince,
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A Loyal Subject every one;
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To Pray for him is the Pretence,
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And then to Rail and Plot against the Crown.
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From Church they did intend to th' Hall,
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Their Noble Guests to Entertain;
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But they were Routed, Horse and all,
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And Tony will never be himself again.
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(5.)
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In favour of the King and Duke,
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The Heir-Apparent of the Throne,
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His Highness they Exclude, and took
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A Fop-Pretender of their own;
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The meek Guide Moses they withstand,
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A Golden Calf to Entertain;
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But Royal CHARLES he dispers'd the Band,
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And Tony will never be himself again.
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(6.)
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The Bloody Papists shall no more
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Contrive against his Life and Reign:
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Tho' it was themselves did the Feat before,
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And are as ready for to do't again.
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Thus they Exclude the Rightful Heir,
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The Gaudy Fop to Entertain,
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But they were met by the good Lord Mayor,
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And Tony will never be himself again.
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(7.)
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With thanks and Pray'rs for our good King
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They Vow'd to Sacrifice the Day;
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But Royal Charles he smoak'd out the thing;
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And sent the Rable with a Pox away.
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He sent his Summons to the Cit,
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Seditious Meetings to Restrain,
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The Feast was broke, and the Guests were besh-,
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And Tony will never be himself again.
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(8.)
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And now the Capons flye about,
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With Frigacees of Ambergreece,
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And Chickens ready drest they Shout
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About the Street, for pence apiece:
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The Whigs did wish the Council choak'd,
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Who did this Noble Feast restrain;
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All down in the mouth to be thus bawk'd,
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Poor Tony will never be himself again.
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