A New Narrative of the Old Plot,
BEING
A New Ballad.
To the Tune of, Some say the Papists had a Plot, etc.
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I.
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WHen Traytors did at Pop'ry rail,
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Because it taught Confession:
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When Bankrupts bawl'd for Property,
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And Bastards for Succession.
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II.
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When Tony durst espouse the Cause,
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Spight of his Pox and Gout:
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When Speaking W------'s purg'd the House
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By spewing Members out.
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III.
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When H------t a twy-fac't Pamphlet wrote,
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The Embleme of his Soul:
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When Oats swore whom he pleas'd in's Plot,
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And reign'd without Controul.
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IV.
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When L------ce too lampoon'd the Court,
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And libell'd Cats and Doggs:
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When Witnesses, like Mushromes, sprung
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Out of the Irish Boggs.
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V.
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Then Perkin thought 'twas time to prove
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His Claim to Kingship fair;
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And faith 'tis fit the Peoples Son
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Should be the Peoples Heir.
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VI.
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So fill'd with Zeal He and his Knight
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Caress and Court the Rout;
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And my Lord Duke goes up and down
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To shew his Grace about.
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VII.
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Tho F---- Lord Gr---- would not ingage
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Upon that idle score;
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For He would have a Common-wealth,
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As well as Common-whore.
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VIII.
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He envy'd his old Friend a Crown,
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But why I can't devise;
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For's Grace had grac't his Lordships head
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With horns of noble Size.
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IX.
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Then Johnson wrote his Patrons Creed,
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A Doctrine fetch't from Hell:
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'Twas Christian-like to disobey,
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And Gospel to rebell.
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X.
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Julian's his Pattern and his Text;
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A meaner Theam He scorns:
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First represents Him at the Desk,
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And then Apostate turns.
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XI.
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Like his, his Patrons Zeal grew high,
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Th' Exclusion to advance;
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And the right Heir must be debarr'd,
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For fear of Rome and France.
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XII.
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The Zealous Commons then resolv'd,
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(And They knew what they did)
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By whomsoe're the King should fall,
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The Papists throats should bleed.
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XIII.
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So murd'ring Ponyards off are slipt
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Into a guiltless hand:
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And Innocence is sacrific'd,
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Whilst Malefactors stand.
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XIV.
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By Hell's Assistance then they fram'd
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Their Damn'd Association:
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And Worthy Men, and Men Worthy,
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Divided all the Nation.
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XV.
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Fools oft and Mad-men leave the less,
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And choose the greater evil:
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Thus They for fear of Popery,
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Run head-long to the Devil.
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XVI.
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At last these Loyal Souls propose
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To ease their Sovereign's Cares;
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If He'll sit down, and first remove
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Their Jealousies and Fears.
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XVII.
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Just the old Trick and Sham Device
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Of Belzebub their Sire:
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He but fall down and worship Them,
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They'll grant his hearts desire.
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XVIII.
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Nay Lives and Fortunes then shall be
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Entirely all his own;
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If He will fairly once disclaim
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A Brother and a Crown.
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