The JACOBITES
Lamentation and Confession:
Or, The Plotting CUT-THROAT.
To the Tune of 41. Or, Hey Boys up go we.
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I.
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OLD Sandcroft he began the Dance,
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and taught us to Rebell,
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In Tricking James and William too,
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as you remember well:
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He taught Sedition in the Church,
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Rebellion in the State;
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Thus we like Fools, misled by Knaves,
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are brought to Tyburn Fate.
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II.
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His Lambs, the black Non-swearing Crew,
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kept up this Rebell Cause,
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Perswaded us against the King,
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and damn'd the Nations Laws:
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They cry'd up Conscience to the Crowd,
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and say, their Trade's Divine;
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But they're the Grand Rebelling Knaves,
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and all this done for Coin.
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III.
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'Twas these Black-Jacks Debauch'd us all,
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under pretence to Pray,
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And keep the good Old Worship up,
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the clean contrary way:
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They pray'd Success, and did assist
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the Murdring Bloody Crew,
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So made their Church a Den of Thieves;
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come Gallows, claim thy due.
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IV.
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These Black-Coats to compleat their hope
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of Slavery and Blood,
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In Fenwicks Reg'ment form'd a Troop
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of none but this black Brood,
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The bane of Mankind, wicked Priests,
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like Judas, let 'em fall;
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For like th' Infection of the Plague,
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they make a Prey of all.
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V.
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The King was first to be Destroy'd
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by Poniard, Sword, or Gun,
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And we to give the French the Sign,
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when once that Work was done:
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The French were strait to Land in Kent;
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in London then were we
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To Plunder, Burn, and Cut your Throats,
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for which, Boys up go we.
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VI.
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Commissions were sent o'er from France,
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poor Dogs with ragged Coats,
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True Champions of St. Germains breed,
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[f]or Cutting English Throats.
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King James and Bouffler were to Land
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and set the English free:
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Oh! how the Streets had run with Blood,
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a Glorious sight to see.
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VII.
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Great Sums of Mony we had rais'd,
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to manage the Design:
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From France we had their Counsel free,
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poor Rogues, but little Coin.
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We thought to pull down Church and State,
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good Men of each Degree,
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But now instead of pulling down,
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Hey Boys, up go we.
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VIII.
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What Rogues we Jacobites have been
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most Impudent and Bold;
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We durst abuse the King and State,
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and were by none Controll'd;
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But now we're Civil, Fair and Kind
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good Natur'd Rogues you see,
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The reason is, we know our Crimes, cry,
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Hey Boys, up go we.
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IX.
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This Trade we've follow'd many Years,
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which cannot be forgot,
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And thought the State had given leave
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that we might Rogue and Plot.
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They Hang'd up none, which made us bold
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and slight the Western Tree,
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But now we're like to pay for all, for
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Hey Boys, up go we.
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X.
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Remember now the Northern Plot,
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and how we shamm'd the King;
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Thanks to a Man or two Above,
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that helpt us in the thing.
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That was the selfsame Plot as now,
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for then we did agree
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To Ruin King and Government,
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but now Boys, up go we.
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XI.
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'Twas pity two such Glorious Plots,
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on which we built our hope,
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Should fail of those great things we wish'd,
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and end with fatal Rope.
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We Plotted Drunk, and Damn'd the King,
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in spight of Tripple-Tree;
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But now our Cause is quite Besh------
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and Hey Boys, up go we.
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