The Night-Walkers; Or,
The Loyal HUZZA.
Since Treason never wanted a Pretence,
Sure Vertues chiefest Guard is Innocence;
But I'le not trust her with it at this time,
For fear I make my Innocence a Crime:
Imposing Man may Vertue backward draw,
Therefore I'le Guard her with a loud Huzza.
To the Tune of, On the Bank of a River, etc.
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THe Town is our own,
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when the Streets are all clear;
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We manage the humour,
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and laugh at all fear;
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Then down goes the Bully,
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the Heck, and Night-Walker;
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The whispering Cully,
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and every loud Talker:
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The Constable flies,
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and his Club-men withdraw,
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When they hear the fierce cries
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of the dreadful Huzza:
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The Constable, etc.
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We neither do spare then,
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Gown, Surplice, nor Sword,
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But draw up our Forces,
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and give them the Word:
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Down down goes the Lawyer,
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the Priest, and the Captain;
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And woe to the House
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that a Candle is kept in:
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We'l make the Glass flye,
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and the Pimps stand in awe,
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When they hear the fierce cry
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of the Dreadful Huzza:
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We'l make the Glass, etc.
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[3]
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Mistake us not neither,
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for all our loud Huffing,
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We'l scorn and abhor to
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the Name of a Ruffian:
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Our Prince we do Honour,
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and all that are Loyal;
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The Duke and his Interest,
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but Whigg we defie all:
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And those who'd change Kings,
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without Reason or Law,
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We'l make them to swing,
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or observe our Huzza:
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And those, etc.
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[4]
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If a Yea or a Nay,
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or a brave of the Court,
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Or a Canting soft Sister,
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that's fit for the sport,
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Down Tabitha goes then,
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the Saint and the Wicked,
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Tho' they'r Lungs are consum'd,
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till they sing like a Cricket:
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We'l make 'um strain high,
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to declare for our Law,
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And advance the fierce cry,
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of the Dreadful Huzza:
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We'l make, etc.
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[5]
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Huzza is the Word,
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wheresoever we go,
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We own not a Friend,
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nor we fear not a Foe:
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The Wine in our heads,
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and the Sword in our hands
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Are able to baffle
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The City Train'd-bands:
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We scorn to subscribe
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to your Reason or Law,
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Since we have a Tribe
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to maintain the Huzza:
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We scorn, etc.
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[6]
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If we chance for to meet
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with a party Bravading,
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In Modish Harangues,
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or in brisk Sarranading;
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Our Link-Boys doe summons
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to silence their Piping,
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Which straight they obey,
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for fear of our Fighting:
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The Squires and their Pipers,
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submit and withdraw,
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Whilst we give the Ladies
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a swinging Huzza:
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The Squires, etc.
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[7]
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Some Play, Swear, and Whore,
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some do Plot, Pimp, and Pad,
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Some Write till they'r laught at,
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some Read till they'r Mad:
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Some Rail and Lampoon,
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till their Wits are quite weary,
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But on the Huzza,
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we can never Miscarry:
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We make the Rogues flye,
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or imbrace our New Law,
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And advance the fierce Cry
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of the dreadful Huzza:
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We'l make, etc.
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