A New BALLAD, With the Definition of the Word TORY.
To the Tune of Hey Boys up go we.
THe Word
Tory's of
Irish Extraction,
'Tis a Legacy they have left here,
They came here in their Brogues,
And have acted like Rogues,
In endeavouring to learn us to Swear.
Those Papists, I may rather say Atheists,
Was sent with a Sham to the Town,
To Swear one Plot up and another Plot down.
With a thick
Irish Air, like the same that they Swear,
Contradiction in every Line;
But this I conclude, their understanding's not good,
Their Reason's left in
Ireland behind.
Towzer.
Thomson.
Church of ENGLAND.
There's nothing essential that divides us two.
PRESBYTER.
Let us combine against the common Foe.
SEE how the
Tories drives their Trade,
Clokes all with Fourty One,
As all the Rogueries of that Age
By
Presbyter was done:
But if you'l trace them to the place
Where first they did agree,
You'l find the Plot was laid at
Rome
To destroy the Monarchey.
The Jubilies that was held there
For th'destruction of this Land.
A Thousand Masses was prepar'd
To keep up the holy Band;
A
League or
Covenant you may call't.
Judge which will best agree,
Was hatcht at
Rome, transported here,
To destroy our Monarchey.
The Second Part to the same Tune.
At
Richelius Closet had second Birth,
And privatly sent hether
To breed dissention in Church and State,
We one might hate another.
It may trouble every Protestant
That these things e're should be,
Their shaming Plots would cut out Throats
To destroy the Monarchey.
And yet they're the Sham-pretenders
That balls out the
Old Cause,
And swears they're the great defenders
And supporters of our Laws:
They'l defend the King by swearing round
God Dam them it shall be,
And add the Cross to the Tripple-Crown
To support the Monarchey.
They're not asham'd of
Eighty-Eight,
Or the
Gun-powder Plot;
The
Irish-Mssacre is dead,
And quite with them forgot;
They have forgot those Stratagems
Did not with us agree,
They us'd the means, but lost the ends
To destroy the Monarchey.
And now they act it o're again,
Their sham designs, to bring
These Kingdoms in a Civil War,
Swear they'l preserve the King.
Thinks all their former faults forgot;
But he that reads may see,
They Plot to Live, and Live by Plot
To destroy our Monarchey.
This Holy and Religious Church
Directs them in this way,
To swear they will defend the the King
By making us there prey.
The Church of
England it must down
As well as
Presbytree,
Because it doth defend the Crown
Of our great Monarchey.
L'Estrange, their English Bellarmine
Writ on in their defence,
And scandalous
Thompson Prints the same,
Who never yet knew sence.
St.
Omers Hedg-burds go to work,
And make it there Decree,
To preserve the King by pulling down
The English Monarchey.
By Dispensation from the Pope
We will set up another,
A King that never shall revoke
The Holy Church his Mother;
We'l extinguish all that Scottish Race
Which favours Heresie,
Set up a
Roman in his place,
In our great Monarchey.
The Penal Statutes they shall down,
Which long has bore the sway,
High Mass be sung in every Church,
Prosessions every way;
We'l Reform the Church by dint of Sword
Since the Keys they will not do,
We'l make the Whigs dance a new Jigg,
And to the Altar bow.
But Heavens preserve our great Monarch,
With the Partner of his Bed,
May
Britains Diadem lastingly
Sit fast on
Charles his Head:
While that the Sun and Moon endures,
In this let us agree,
To Defend the King and preserve the Laws
Of this great Monarchey.
FINIS.
LONDON: Printed for R. Lett, in the Year, MDCLXXXII.