A NEW SONG, BEING THE TORIES Imploration FOR Protection against the Whiggs.
To an Excellent New Scotch Tune.
I.
DEfend us from all
Popish Plots,
That so the People fray;
And eke from treacherous
Whiggs and
Scots,
As bad or worse than They.
From
Parliaments, Long Rumps, and Tails,
From
House of Commons Furies;
Defend us eke from
Protestant Flails,
And
Ignoramus Juries!
II.
Protect us now and evermore,
From a
White Sheet and
Proctor,
And from that
Noble Peer, brought o're
The
Salamanca Doctor:
A
Doctor with a Witness, sure,
Both in his Rise and Fall;
His
Exit almost as obscure,
As his Original!
III.
Designs and Dangers far remove
From this Distressed Nation,
And Damn the
Trayterous Medal off,
Bold
Tony's 'Sociation.
And may the Prick-ear'd Party, that
Have Coine enough in Cupboard,
Forbear to shiver an Estate,
And Splinters mount for
Hobbart!
IV.
From sixteen Self-conceited
Peers,
Protect our Soveraign still;
And from the Damn'd
Petitioners
For the
Exclusive Bill.
Our
King Defend, and make Him great,
'Gainst
Tony upon
Tony;
And from a
House of Commons, that
Will give the
King no Money!
V.
From those that did Design and Laugh
At
Tangier, in Distress,
And were
Mahometans worse by half,
Than all the
Moors of
Fez
From such as with Usurping Hand,
Drive
Princes to Extreams;
Confound all their Devices, and
Deliver
Charles and
James!
VI.
May they be Wise, and soon expel
Th' Old
Fox, th' Old Fawning
Elf;
The Time draws nigh,
Achitophel
Shan't need to Hang himself.
Impartial
Juries for his sake,
Brave
North and
Box may bring;
And make his Nose thro' Nooze to sneak,
For
Treason 'gainst his
King.