A New Song of the Whiggish Poets Recantation. To
the Tune of, No Ignoramus Juries now. etc.
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THis is my Reformation
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And perfect Recantation,
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Which shall appear,
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Both far and near
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Through all the Land and Nation.
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No whining, nor pining,
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Nor Loyalty declining
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But let the Law, keep Whigs in awe,
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And check their damn'd designing.
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I writ in praise of Tony,
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In short it was for Money,
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But when I see their Treachery;
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I'de be no more their Crony.
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No whining, etc.
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I was a Noble spender,
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When Tony liv'd in splender,
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I us'd to write the Whigs Delight,
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To me much Fame did render,
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No whining, etc.
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And I was mighty handy,
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In filling out the Brandy,
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I'de smoak and Funk till I was drunk,
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Few Whigs will go beyond me.
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No Whining, etc.
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Those days Sir while they lasted,
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I had Sack when I ask't it,
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when I was drunk they sent me home,
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Safe in a Potters basket.
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No Whining, etc.
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When Russel was Arraigned,
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A Lawyers Gown I gained;
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I ask'd the Case to my disgrace,
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And all my credit stained.
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No whining, etc.
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With Lawyers I conversed,
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But quickly was disgraced,
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I was undone and forc't to run,
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And dare not stand to Face it.
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No whining, etc.
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Ambition so abounded,
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And I with shame surrounded,
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I with my Gown was tumbled down,
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And all my wits Confounded.
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No whining, etc.
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This did despise my Glory,
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A sad and dismal Story,
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The Rabble I will now defie,
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And turn a Loyal Tory.
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No whining, etc.
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God Bless Great Charles and Jemmy,
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And all the whole Retinue,
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With Peace and Love, Down from above,
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With happy days and many.
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No Whining nor pining,
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Nor Loyalty declining,
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But let the Law keep Whigs in awe,
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And check their damn'd Designing,
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