Raree Show Or the true Protestant Procession. A new Ballad
to the Tune of the Northumberland man.
1.
THis is the
Cabal of some
Prot
[...]stant Lords
A forging the
turne that not long since they had,
Here
W—
[...] sitteth and searcheth Records▪
to find
Flaws in good Statutes, &
varnish the bad.
2.
This is the Lord
Tony that slyly sits here
Who to sham and contrive has never deny'd
And rather then the
Good Cause shou'd fall through his fear
He'l let out
Rebellion by broaching his
side.
3.
This is Popular
Perkin that smirks and looks gay
The women extols the
Spark up to the sky,
None danceth with so great a grace, as they say,
Yet some body thinks that he
capers too high.
4.
Here flourishing
E— the tongue o'th Gang
VVith Rhetorical Artifice fancies fine things,
First vainly composeth a taking Harangue
then fosters a
Villain in
Libelling Kings.
5.
Here's Docter
Informant that ne'r wou'd stick out
To traffick in Oaths or tell a
State-Lye,
Observe how he firks all the Jesuits about,
First
blaws on a Beuk, and so Papists
God b—y.
6.
Here's
Wilmore thats troubl'd with scruples & stings
His
Citizens conscience is nice and demure,
A
Traytor's Indicted for treasonable things,
But he tells you tis false, he's a
Protestant sure.
7.
These are some sage
Cytizens that you see there,
VVho out of their Zeal all our rights to maintain
And to keep out all
slavery, have taken a care
to put up in the streets two
Posts and a
Chain.
8.
The seare some
Apprentices that still do retain
Some
Tenets their Masters approve and allows,
They come to direct a wise
Monarch to Reign
Instead of
sweeping their shop and
cleaning of shooes.
9.
This is the
Committee where greivance is scann'd
Which
Remonstrates the danger that threatens the State
Good service is here by
suspicion Trapan'd
And
Allegiance is reckon'd
Malignancy streight.
10.
Her's the
Synod of
Saints that will sometimes refresh
The failings of nature with means of their own.
They'l preach you the
mortification of flesh
With eyes up to
Heaven and
Breeches let
down.
11.
These are the
Cabal of the
Covenantiers
That think they maintain the
Religion the best
By pulling down
Churches and their
Overseers
And routing the
Defender of Faith with the rest.
12.
These are the
Remains of the
Levelling Rump
That
stink in the
House and fresh
Commons annoy,
And least the
right James shou'd be turn'd up for
Trump
They cry out, a
Court Card will their
gaming destroy.
13.
That Lumber of
Trumpery buzzing about
Are silly
Subscribers that come at first dash,
To make up a large
Petitioning rout
Of
Link-boys and all such
true Protestant trash.
14.
These there are the
Hucksters that
Treason retail,
They'l sell you a sheet with a
penniworth in't;
That's
Courantier Care that never will fail
to scribble, whilst
Langly dares
Publish and
Print.
15.
That's the Club of a Pack of ingenious friends
that made
Charles a Scotch Pedlar in the
Rare show,
And I hope that our
Monarch to make them amends
will give them a
Yard of St.
Johnstons or two,
Printed for A. B. 1681.