The LOYAL SHERIFS of LONDON
and Middlesex. Upon their Election.
To the Tune of, Now at last the Riddle is Expounded.
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NOw at last the Matter is Dicided,
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Which so long the Nation has devided;
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Misguided
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By Interest and blind Zeal,
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Which so well in Forty four they Acted;
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Now with greater heat,
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They again act o're like Men Distracted,
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To give to Monarchy a new defeat.
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2.
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Famous North, of Noble Birth and Breeding,
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And in Loyal Principles Exceeding;
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Is pleading
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To stand his Countreys Friend,
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To do Justice to the King and Nation,
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Some so much oppose,
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To renew the work of REFORMATIOM,
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And carry on again the Good Old Cause.
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3.
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Next Renowned Box as high Commended,
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And of Loyal Parentage Descended;
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Intended
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To do the City Right,
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With true Courage, and firm Resolution,
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He the Hall Adorns;
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But the Heads were all in great Confusion:
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Such Din there was and rattling with their Horns.
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4.
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Prick up Ears, and push for one another,
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Let not Box (an old Malignant) Brother;
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Nor 'to'ther
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Our Properties Command,
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He's a Malignant, North is nothing better,
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They walk Hand in Hand,
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He you know is the Lord Mayor's Creature:
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And therefore 'tis not fit that they should stand.
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5.
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Where are now our Liberties and Freedom?
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Where shall we find Friends when we shou'd need 'em?
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To bleed 'em
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And pull the Torys down,
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To push for our Intr'est, who can blame us?
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Sheriffs rule the Town,
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When we loose our Darling IGNORAMUS:
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We loose the Combat, and the day's their own.
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6.
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Then let every Man stand by his Brother,
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Poll o're ten times, Poll for one another;
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What a Pother
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You see the Torys make,
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Now or never, now to save your Charter,
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Or your Hearts will ake,
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If it goes for them expect no Quarter:
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If Law and Justice rule, our heels must shake:
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7.
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Rout, a Rout, joyn Bore and Peasant,
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Let the White-Hall Party call it Treason,
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Reason
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We should our Necks Defend,
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Routs and Ryots, Tumults and Sedition,
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Poll 'em o're agen,
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These do best agree with our Condition;
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If Monarchy prevail, we're all lost men.
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8.
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The Lord Mayor is Loyal in his Station,
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'Las what will become o'th' Reformation;
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O'th' Nation
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If the Shrieves be Loyal too?
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Wrangle, Brangle, hust and keep a Clatter;
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If we loose the Field,
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Poll 'em o're again, it makes no matter:
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For tho' we loose the Day, we scorn to Yield.
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9.
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Ten for Box, and Twenty for Papillion,
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North a Thousand, and Dubois a Million:
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What Villain
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Our Int'rest dare oppose?
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With those Noble Patriots thus they sided,
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To uphold the Cause;
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But the good Lord Mayor the case Decided:
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And once again two Loyal Worthies Chose.
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10.
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Noble North, and Famous Box promoted,
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By due Course and Legal Choice allotted;
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They Voted
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To be the City Shrieves,
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And may they both to Londons Commendation,
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Her antient Rights restore,
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To do that Justice to the King and Nation,
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Which former Factions have deny'd before.
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