The Whig Rampant:
OR, EXALTATION.
Being a Pleasant New Song of 82. To a New Tune of, Hey Boys up go We.
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NOw now the Tories all shall stoop,
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Religion and the Laws,
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And Whigs of Common-wealth get up,
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to Top the Good old Cause:
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Tantivy-Boys shall all go down,
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and Haughty Monarchy;
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The Leathern-Cap shall brave the Crown
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Then Hey Boys up go We.
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When once that Anti-ceristian Crew
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are Chrush'd and overthrown,
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We'l teach the Nobles how to bow,
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and keep the Gentry down;
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Good Manners has a bad repute,
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nnd tends to Pride we see,
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We'l therefore cry all Breeding down,
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And Hey Boys up go We.
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The Name of Lords shall be abhor'd,
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for ev'ry Man's a Brother,
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What Reason then in Church or State,
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one Man should Rule another?
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Thus having Pill'd and Plunder'd all,
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and Level'd each Degree,
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We'l make their plump young daughters fall
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And Hey Boys up go We.
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What though the King and Parliament,
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cannot accord together,
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We have good cause to be content,
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this is our Sun-shine Weather:
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For if Good Reason should take place,
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and they should both agree,
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z------ who'd be in a Round-Heads case,
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For hey then up go We.
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WE'l down with all the Versities
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where Learning is profest:
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For they still practice and maintain
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the Language of the Beast:
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We'l exercise in e'ry place,
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and Preach beneath a Tree:
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We'l make a Pulpit of a Cask,
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For hey then up go we.
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The Whigs shall rule Committee-Chair,
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who will such Laws invent,
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As shall Exclude the Lawful Heir
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by Act of Parliament:
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We'l cut his Royal Highness down,
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e'n shorter by the Knee:
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That he shall never reach the Throne,
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Then Hey Boys up go We.
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We'l smite the Idol in Guild-Hal,
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and then (as we were wont)
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We'l cry it was a Popish-Plot,
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and Swear those Rogues have don't:
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His Royal Highness to un-throne,
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our Interest will be:
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For if he e're enjoy his own,
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Then Hey Boys up go we.
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Rebellion was a Thrveing Trade
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on this our English Coast:
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When Pauls-Church was a Stable made,
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then Troopers Rul'd the Roast:
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Then Loyalty was call'd a Crime,
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in Ann o Forty-Three:
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A Godly Reformation time,
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For Hey then up went we.
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When three great Nations sweat in blood
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and many thousand slain:
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The bosome of the Earth bestrew'd,
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then Godliness was Gain:
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But now the Days are alter'd since,
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as College plain did see:
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If we Rebel against our Prince,
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to Tybh go we.urn y
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We'l break the Windows which the Whore
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of Babylon has Painted,
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And when their B------s are pull'd down,
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Our Deacons shall be Sainted:
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Thus having quite Enslav'd the town,
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pretending to set Free,
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At last the Gallows claims its own.
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Then Hey Boys up go We.
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