The Swearers Chorus TO THE First Presbyterian PLOT.
[...] THere was a Monstrous Doctor; This Doctor had no Peer, a Rogue from his Cradle, and bred [...] to Lie and Swear; And a Swearing we will go, will go, will go, and a Swearing we will go,
II.
A Bag for my
Pilgrims,
Another for
Black Bills,
Ten thousand
blank Commissions
To move as many Hills:
And a Swearing
we will go, will go, will go,
And a Swearing
we will go.
III.
A Bag for my
Sallery,
From every Fool suborns,
Three brawny Bums to follow me,
And bugger them by turns:
And a Bugg'ring
we will go, &c.
IV.
A Bag for my
Plunder,
Sir
William's on the scent;
The
Pole did ne'r so thunder
In the
Grand Vizier's Tent▪
And a Plund'ring
we will go, &c.
V.
A Bag for my
Necklace,
Another for my
Plate;
And all shall be Fish
That comes in
Wallers Net;
And a Plund'ring
we will go, &c.
VI.
A Bag for our
Pistols
And
Consecrated Knives,
And one for
Tormentillio's,
T'fright Fools out of their Lives:
And a Plotting
we will go, &c.
VII.
A Bag for the
Parson,
Another for
Don John;
Though I swore like a Whoreson,
Yet still I wou'd swear on:
And a Swearing
we will go, &c.
VIII.
Through four and twenty Key-holes
I sally'd like a Witch,
And through as many
Brick walls
I'll swear I went through—stitch:
And a Swearing
we will go, &c.
IX.
To
Lambeth we will go,
Where we first made the PLOT;
While
Prance and I can swear and lie,
They all shall go to pot;
And a Plotting
we will go, &c.
X.
Then we'l to
Godfrey go,
And find Him kill'd o'th' spot,
And swear the
Papists did it,
To make a
Popish Plot:
And a Murd'ring
we will go, &c.
XI.
A
Gown I have for shew
Amongst the
Clergy grave,
And, when I please, a
Cloak
To hide the double
Knave:
And a Plotting
we will go, &c.
XII.
I had a pretty knack
To Wheedle, Swear and Lye;
By the Rebellious Rabble
How much admir'd was I!
And a Swearing
we will go, &c.
XIII.
In fair
London Town
I live, and pay no Rent;
The
Brethren they provide for me,
And I am well content:
And a Swearing
we will go, &c.
XIV.
Of all Occupations
The
Swearer is most blest;
For when he swears most falsly,
He's always paid the best:
And a Swearing
we will go, &c.
XV.
I fear no
Plot against me,
Although the
Whigs rebel;
Then who would be honest,
Since such Rogues fare so well?
And a Plotting
we will go, will go, will go;
And a Plotting
we will go.
Printed by N. T. at the entrance into the Old-Spring-Garden, 1684▪