Father's nown Child.
1.
IF you'll lend your Attention I'll sing you a Song,
Which is very true, and not very long,
Of building a
Sommer-house stately and strong.
Which no body can deny, deny;
Which no body can deny.
2.
A
Brickmaker's Son in
Oliver's days,
One
Sommers by Name, to his mighty Praise,
By turning a Rebel his Fortune did raise.
Which, &c.
3.
His Father had taught him to Read and Write pretty,
And a Trooper he was about
Worcester City,
Where he was made Clerk to a Famous Committee.
Which, &c.
4.
When Delinquents Estates were seized, and sold,
He grew Rich apace, as I have been told,
For he laid up great Store of other Mens Gold.
Which, &c.
5.
His Father (good Man!) with Morter and Brick
Had laid a Foundation, but he did not stick
To build his House up by serving Old
Nick.
Which, &c.
6.
He beset the Church with Troopers, and enter'd it himself and shot at Mr.
Wybrough (who at that time offi
[...]iated there) before the Service was done.
His Satanical Zeal at
Stoke it was such,That he shot at the Parson, you'll think this too much,
But he lov'd the
Old Cause as his Son loves the
Dutch.
Which, &c.
7.
And this is in short the true Pedigree
Of P. O's Lord Keeper who's greater than he,
That did love and serve his Highness O. P.
Which, &c.
8.
Sly
Tillotson thought that Place he did merit,
Because he did fiercely the
Jacobites ferret,
And his Father's Virtues all does inherit.
Which, &c.
9.
When
William's Attorney it then did appear,
That neither the King nor his Friends he did spare,
But us'd them as
Sommers did the Cavalier.
Which, &c.
10.
Therefore I advice 'em all to take heed
Of him, and all such that are of that breed,
For so long as he lives, his Father's not dead.
Which, &c.
11.
For though he seem Patient, Gentle, and Mild,
The World he deceives, for he's Wicked, and Wild;
And his Mother still says, he's his
Father's nown Child.
Which, &c.
12.
The sneering old Clerk did Loyal Men bring
To Gibbets and Jayls, as well as the King,
And his Son at this time does the very same thing.
Which, &c.
13.
The Father 'tis known did Monarchy hate;
The Son by a Vo
[...]e did the King Abdicate;
And now rides in one of his Coaches of State.
Which, &c.
14.
The Father did likewise hate all fair Dealing,
Nown Son could not keep from Filching and Stealing,
But
Juvenal bit him for his knavish concealing.
Which, &c.
15.
He stole
Juvinal with
No
[...] tu Variorum from
Oxlade the Bookseller; and Mr.
Smith Rector of
Ʋpton, or Mr.
Stephens, late School-master of
Bristol, who preached before the Lord Mayor at
Bow-church on the 30 of
Jan. last, compounded the Matter for 30
s.
If
Oxlade be Dead,
Smith or
Stevens can tellWhat it cost the Conveyancer to cleer the Thief's Bill,
Six Crowns was the Price, for the Books were bound well.
Which, &c.
16.
Thus Bookish was he as in
Oxford 'tis known,
He lov'd and he took what was none of his own,
But you see 'twas the fruit of the Seed that was Sown.
Which, &c.
17.
He is now the great Man for ending of Strife,
And declares he admires a Chast-single Life,
Yet Whores and Adores another Man's Wife.
Which, &c.
18.
If any Man doubts; there's one Madam
Blount,
Who's Witty and Pretty, and goes very sprunt,
Will tell you how often
Jack Sommers has don't.
Which, &c.
19.
He hates all the
French, but loves a
Dutch Bore,
Dull Wedlock he hates, but a bonny brisk Whore,
He loves very Well, as I told you before.
Which, &c.
20.
Adultery, which, in the Law we may see
Is counted a Crime, now a Virtue must be,
Whilst
Sommers is Judge of all Equity.
Which, &c.
21.
In a stately strong House which yields Landlord no Rent,
Fitted for him with Taxes, and what the Cits lent,
And now a Poll must supply what the Keeper has spent.
Which, &c.
22.
Thus from Grandsire's Brickkiln by degrees we come down
To that Purse, and Seal, which makes
England grone,
And pray God to restore ev'ry Man what's his own.
Which, &c.
23.
And now I'll be free, and tell you my own Sense,
There's no Man so fit to Steer a
Dutch Conscience,
As he that's so lewd to think Right and Wrong nonsence:
Which, &c.
24.
But to conclude all I boldly declare
And 'fore a Master of Chanc'ry will Swear,
There's nothing untrue of what is said here.
Which
Sommers cannot deny,
&c.
FINIS.