A NEW NARRATIVE OF THE OLD PLOT. A SONG:

To the Tune of Russels Farewel.
I.
WHen Traytors did at Popery rail,
because it taught Confession,
When Bankrupts bawl'd for Property,
and Bastards for Succession:
When Tony durst espouse the Cause,
spight of his Pox and Gout,
When speaking Williams purg'd the House
by spewing Members out.
II.
When Hunt a Twifort Pamplet wrote,
the Emblem of his Soul,
When Oats swore whom he pleas'd in's Plot
and reign'd without controul:
When L——ce Lampoon'd the Court,
and Libel'd Cats and Dogs,
When Witnesses like Mushrooms sprung,
out of the Irish Boggs.
III.
Then Perkin thought 'twas time to prove,
his claim to Kingship Fair,
And saith 'tis fit the Peoples Son,
should be the Peoples Heir:
So fill'd with Zeal he and his Knight,
Carress'd and Court the Rout,
And my Lord Duke goes up and down,
to shew his Grace about.
IV.
Tho' F—d Lord G—y would not engage,
upon that idle score,
For he would have a Common-Wealth,
as well as Common Whore:
He envy'd his Old Friend a Crown,
but why I can't devise,
For's Grace had grac'd his Lordships head,
with Horns of Noble size.
V.
Likewise his Patron Zeal grew high,
th' Exclusion to advance,
And the Right Heir must be debar'd,
for fear of Rome and France:
The Zeelous Commons then resolv'd,
and they knew what they did,
By whomsoever King should fall,
the Papists Throats should bleed.
VI.
So murth'ring Poniards oft are slipt,
into a Guiltless Hand;
And Innocence is sacrific'd,
whilst Malefactors stand;
By Hells assistance then they fram'd
their damn'd Association,
And worthy Men, and Men worthy,
divided all the Nation.
VII.
Fools oft and Mad Men leave the less,
and chuse the greater Evil,
Thus for fear of POPERY,
run headlong to the Devil:
At last these Loyal Souls propose,
to ease their Sovereigns Cares,
If he'l sit down and first remove
their Jealousies and Fears.
VIII.
Just the Old trick and sham-Device,
of Belzebub their Sire,
If he'l fall down and Worship them,
they'l grant his hearts desire;
Nay, Lives and Fortunes then shall be
intirely all his own,
If he will fairly once disclaim
his Brother and a Crown.

London Printed for John Moxom. 1684.

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