An Excellent New Ballad,
To the Tune of, How Unhappy is Phillis in Love.
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[I]
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LEt Oliver now be forgotten,
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His Policy's quite out of Doors;
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Let Bradshaw and Hewson lie rotten,
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Like Sons of Fanatical Whores:
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For Tonys grown a Patrician,
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By Voting damn'd Sedition,
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For many years,
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Fam'd Polititian,
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The Mouth of all Presbyter Peers.
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[2]
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Old Tony a Turn-coat at Worster,
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Yet swore he'd maintain the King's Right;
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But Tony did Swagger and Bluster,
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Yet never drew Sword on his side.
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For Tony is like an old Stallion,
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He has still the Pox of Rebellion,
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And never was sound;
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Like the Camelion,
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Still changing his Shape and his Ground.
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[3]
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Old Rowlys return'd (Heav'ns bless him,)
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From Exile and Danger set free;
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Old Tony made hast to Address him,
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And swore none more Loyal then He:
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The King, (who knew him a Traytor,)
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And saw him squint like a Satyr;
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Yet through his Grace
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Pardon'd the Matter,
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And gave him since the Purse & the Mace.
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[4]
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And now little Chancellor Tony,
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With Honour had feather'd his Wing,
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And carefully pick'd up the Money.
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But never a Groat for the King:
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But Tonys Luck was confounded;
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The D. who smoakt him a Round-head;
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From Head to Heel
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Tony was sounded,
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And Y--- soon put a Spoke in his Wheel.
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[5]
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But now little Tony in Passion,
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Like Boy that had nettl'd his Breech,
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Maliciously took an occasion,
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To make a most delicate Speech;
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He told the King like a Croney,
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If e're he hop'd to have Money,
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He must be Rul'd:
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Oh fine Tony!
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Was ever Potent Monarch so school'd?
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[6]
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The King issues out a Proclamation,
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By Learned and Loyal Advice;
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But Tony possesses the Nation
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The Conncel will never be wise:
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For Tony is madder and madder,
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And M------ blows like a Blader,
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And L------ too,
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Who grows gladder,
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That They Great York are like to subdue.
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[7]
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But Destiny shortly will cross it,
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For Tonys grown Gouty and Sick,
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In spite of his Spiggot and Fawcet,
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The States-man must go to Old Nick:
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For Tony rails at the Papist,
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Yet He himself is an Atheist;
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Though so precise,
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Foolish and Apish,
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Like Holy Quack or Priest in Disguise.
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[8]
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But now let this Rump of the Law-see,
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A Maxim as Learned in part;
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Who e're with his Prince is too sawcy,
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'Tis fear'd he's a Traytor in's Heart:
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Then Tony cease to be witty,
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By Buzzing Treason i'th' City;
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And love the King,
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So ends my Dity;
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Or else let him die like a Dog in a string.
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