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Muſt I be forc’d to ſtarve, or leave the Lands
My injur’d Prince has long ſince on me frown’d,
For Perjuries against his Life and Crown:
I’ll follow Rumbold, Wade, Nelthrop, Walcot, Hone,
With that Cruel Blood-Hound Burton, who’ve all fled the Town;
For if I carry here any longer, I harbour dreadful Fears,
That I ſhall be Hang’d, or forfeit both my Ears.
My injur’d Prince has long ſince on me frown’d,
For Perjuries against his Life and Crown:
I’ll follow Rumbold, Wade, Nelthrop, Walcot, Hone,
With that Cruel Blood-Hound Burton, who’ve all fled the Town;
For if I carry here any longer, I harbour dreadful Fears,
That I ſhall be Hang’d, or forfeit both my Ears.
5.
Unparallel’d Aſſaſſines, that could dare
To attempt the Life of Jove’s Vice-Gerent here:
Of whom the Gods do take ſuch ſpecial care,
None ought to mutter Treaſon to the Air;
But cut-Throat Proteſtants may do any thing,
And Inform the Roman Catholicks how to Murder Kings;
They take it in great Dudgeon to be equaliz’d for Villany,
Yet their Helliſh Crimes muſt paſs for Loyalty.
Unparallel’d Aſſaſſines, that could dare
To attempt the Life of Jove’s Vice-Gerent here:
Of whom the Gods do take ſuch ſpecial care,
None ought to mutter Treaſon to the Air;
But cut-Throat Proteſtants may do any thing,
And Inform the Roman Catholicks how to Murder Kings;
They take it in great Dudgeon to be equaliz’d for Villany,
Yet their Helliſh Crimes muſt paſs for Loyalty.
6.
Bur thanks to Heaven, who did curb their Power,
And has preſerved us from that Fatal Hour:
When Villains were to Maſſacre us all,
And Noll’s Succeſſors to poſſeſs White-hall;
Rumſey has taken up White-hall for his Bower,
And the Lord Ruſſel is gone to fortifie the Tower:
Whilſt we that ſtand for Church and State with great ſecurity can Sing.
And Pray Jove to preſerve the Life of Charles our King.
Bur thanks to Heaven, who did curb their Power,
And has preſerved us from that Fatal Hour:
When Villains were to Maſſacre us all,
And Noll’s Succeſſors to poſſeſs White-hall;
Rumſey has taken up White-hall for his Bower,
And the Lord Ruſſel is gone to fortifie the Tower:
Whilſt we that ſtand for Church and State with great ſecurity can Sing.
And Pray Jove to preſerve the Life of Charles our King.
The Loyal Conqueſt, or Deſtruction of Treaſon. Tune, Lay by your Pleading, the Law ly’s a Bleeding.
1.
Now Loyal Tories
May Tryumph in Glories,
Now Loyal Tories
May Tryumph in Glories,
