The Protestant-FLAYL: An Excellent New SONG.
To the Tune of, Lacy's Maggot; Or, The Hobby-Horse.
[...]
[1]
LIsten a while, and I'l tell you a Tale
Of a New Device of a
Protestant Flayl,
With a Thump, Thump, Thump, a Thump, Thump, a Thump, Thump.
This
FLAYL it was made of the finest wood,
Well lin'd with Lead, and notable good,
For splitting of Bones, and shedding the Bloud
Of all that withstood,
With a Thump, Thump, &c.
[2]
This
Flayl was invented to thrash the Brain,
And leave behind not the weight of a grain,
With a Thump, &c.
At the handle-end there hung a
Weight,
That carried within unavoidable Fate,
To take the Monarch a rap in the Pate,
And govern the State,
With a Thump, &c.
[3]
It took its Degree in
Oxford-Town,
And with the Carpenter went down,
With a Thump, &c.
If any durst his Might oppose,
He had you close, in spight of your Nose,
To carry on clever the
Good Old Cause,
And down with the Laws,
With a Thump, &c.
[4]
VVith this they threatened to fore-stall
The Church, and give the Bishops a Mawl
With a Thump, &c.
If
King and
Lords would not submit
To the
Joyner's wit whiles the
House did sit,
If this in the right place did hit,
The Cause it would split,
With a Thump, &c.
[5]
Two handfuls of Death, with a Thong hung fast.
By a Zealot who hang'd himself at last,
With a Thump, &c.
VVith a moving head both stiff and stout,
Found by the
Protestant Joyner out,
To have at the King & the Laws t'other bout,
And turn them both out,
With a Thump, &c.
[6]
Ivi
[...]sibly 'twou'd deal his Blows,
All to maintain the
Good Old Cause,
With a Thump, &c.
VVou'd
Liberty and
Freedom bring
To every thing except the King,
At
Monarchy it had a fling,
And took its swing,
VVith a Thump, &c.
[7]
This
Flayl was made of the Newest Fashion,
To heal the Breaches of the Nation,
With a Thump, &c.
If Faction any difference bred,
T'wou'd split the Cause in the very Head,
Till
Monarchy reel'd, and
Loyalty bled,
And were knock'd in the Head,
With a Thump, &c.
[8]
VVhen any Strife was in the State,
This
Flayl wou'd end the whole Debate,
With a Thump, &c.
'Gainst
Arbitrary Power of
State,
And
Popery which the
Zealous hate,
It wou'd give them such a Rap on the Pate.
They must yield to their Fate,
With a Thump, &c.
[9]
It had a thousand Vertues more,
And had a Salve for every Sore,
With a Thump, &c.
VVith this they thought to have maintain'd,
The
Loyal Tribe, and
Royalists braind:
But the
Joyner was hang'd, and the
Flayl was Arraign'd
And the Conquest Regain'd,
With a Thump, &c.
[10]
May
Tony and all our Enemies,
Meet with no better fate then his,
With a Thump, &c.
May
Charles still Live to rule the State,
And
York whom all
Dissenters hate,
To be reveng'd upon their Pate,
By timely fate,
With a Thump, Thump, Thump a Thump, Thump, a Thump, Thump.
LONDON: Printed for A. Banks, MDCLXXXII.