[...] [...]ellent New SONG: OR [...]e Loyal Tory's Delight.

[...] [...]
LOndon Ladds be Merry,
your Parliament-Friends are gean,
Which made you all so merry,
but never wou'd let us alean;
They peach'd us every ean,
both Papist and Protestant too;
Now they all for Tyburn run,
and the De'l run with 'em I trow.

II.

Our Good K. Charles, Heav'n bless Him,
Protector of Albany's Right,
Receiv'd from the House sike a Lesson,
had like to set us at strife.
But Charles he Swore by his Life,
he'd ha' no mere sike a doo;
He packt 'em off by the Light,
and the De'l gang with 'em I trow.

III.

There's Armstrong, and Jemmy the Cully,
were muckle to blame, I read;
And Shaftsbury that States-Bully,
who awes the Factious Breed:
And wittal Grey (good-deed)
who Pimp'd while his Wife did Mow▪
And held the De'r for a need,
how the De'l rewards him I trow.

IV.

De'l speed 'em Trencher and Hambden,
foul Members of the Rotten Rump;
And goggle-ey'd Fly-catching Branden,
his Head's grown all on a lump:
And Oats the Socket o'th Pump,
his Mouth Close-Stool to the Saints;
He Buggers his Man with the stump,
while the Whiggs at Tyburn Cants.

V.

E'ne Hang up the Three Bloody Brewers,
that are in the Cupboard for Jack;
For they can be no Sons of Whores,
that drapt out of Oliver's Tap:
They're all of the Green Ribbond Club,
both Inglesby, Loveless, and Booth,
Reformed all in a Tub;
they'd better have been in a Stove.

VI.

Then Breeman, an Old Rumping Round-Head,
and Wildman with his Roring Guns;
By Rumsey all are Consounded,
both Forbus and Wood with their Funs:
Four more, their Marshals and King,
with one sweet Sister of Hope;
They've left the smaller to Swing,
while they're Converting the Pope.

VII.

There's Blunderbush, West, and such num­bers;
they Croud all the Goals in the Town;
They pray that the Turks may do won­ders,
and cut all the Christians down:
Should I insist on their Shames,
and sing till to Morrow at Noon:
I'm as like to number their Names,
as to make a Smock for the Moon,

Printed for J. Dean, Book-seller in Cranborn- Street, in Leicester-Fields near Newport- House, 1683.

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