An Excellent New Hymne
To the Mobile, exhorting them to Loyalty
The Clean contrary Way.
To the Tune of 41, Or Hey Boys up go We.
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LEt Us advance the Good Old Cause;
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Fear not Tantivitiers,
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whose Threatnings are as Senseless, as
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Our Jealousies and Fears;
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We must perfect this Great Work,
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and all the Tories Slay,
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And make the KING a Glorious Saint,
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The clean contrary way.
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[2]
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It is for Liberty we Plot,
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And for the Publick Good,
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By making Bishops go to Pot,
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And shedding Guiltless Blood;
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We'l Damn the Orthodoxal Beast,
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And their Adherents Slay;
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When these are down we shall be Blest,
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The clean contrary way.
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When We the KING have Bankrupt lain,
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Of Power and Crown bereft him,
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And all his Loyal Subjects Slain,
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And none but Rebels left him;
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When we have quite undone the Land,
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By IGNORAMUS sway;
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We'l settle the SUCCESSION, and
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The clean contrary way.
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'Tis to Preserve His Majesty,
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That We against Him rise,
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The Righteous Cause can never Die
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That's Manag'd by the Wise;
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Th' ASSOCIATION's a Just Thing,
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And That does seem to say,
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Who Fights for Us, Fights for the KING
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The clean contrary way.
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RELIGION still must be th'Intent,
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The Nations Peace and Good,
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[Th]e Priviledges of PARLIAMENT
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So rarely Understood.
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We'l pull the Laws and Reason down,
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And Teach Men to Obey
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Their Sovereign, and the Rights o'th'Crown
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The clean contrary way.
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Our Properties we'l upwards set,
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By Imprisonment and Plunder,
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And Needy Whigs Preferment get,
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To keep all TORIES under:
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We'l keep in Pension O------ and P------,
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To SWEAR, and to BETRAY
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The Intrest of the KING, t'Advance
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The clean contrary way.
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What tho the KING be now misled
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By the Old Popish Crew;
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He'l find our Honesty has sped;
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And give us all our Due:
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For We (He knows) do Rail and PLOT,
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REBELLION to Obey,
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And that We stand for Peace and Truth,
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The clean contrary way.
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And now my Noble Country-men,
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You cannot doubt my Zeal,
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That have so True and Loyal been
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To KING and Commonweal;
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And if at last We chance to Hang
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For what We Do or Say;
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Our Comfort is, to Heaven We Gang
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The clean contrary way.
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