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The fatal Plot is now betray’d,
The reſt were Shams and Stories.
Now againſt Treaſon,
We have Law and Reaſon;
And ev’y Bloody Whig muſt go,
To Pot in Time and Seaſon.
No Shamming, nor Flamming,
No Ramming, nor Damming,
No Ignoramus Jury’s now,
For Whigs, but only Hanging.
The reſt were Shams and Stories.
Now againſt Treaſon,
We have Law and Reaſon;
And ev’y Bloody Whig muſt go,
To Pot in Time and Seaſon.
No Shamming, nor Flamming,
No Ramming, nor Damming,
No Ignoramus Jury’s now,
For Whigs, but only Hanging.
2.
L:ook a little farther,
Place things in order,
Thoſe that ſeek to Kill the King,
Godfrey might Murther,
Now they’r Detected,
By Heaven Neglected,
In black diſpair cut their Throats,
Thus Pluto’s work’s effected.
No Shamming, nor Flamming, &c.
L:ook a little farther,
Place things in order,
Thoſe that ſeek to Kill the King,
Godfrey might Murther,
Now they’r Detected,
By Heaven Neglected,
In black diſpair cut their Throats,
Thus Pluto’s work’s effected.
No Shamming, nor Flamming, &c.
3.
Catch grows in Paſſion,
And fears this New Faſhion;
Leſt ev’ry Traytor hang himſelf,
And ſpoyl his beſt Profeſſion.
Tho’ four in a Morning
Tyburn Adorning,
He Cryes out for a Score a time,
To get his men their Learning.
No Shamming, nor Flamming, &c.
Catch grows in Paſſion,
And fears this New Faſhion;
Leſt ev’ry Traytor hang himſelf,
And ſpoyl his beſt Profeſſion.
Tho’ four in a Morning
Tyburn Adorning,
He Cryes out for a Score a time,
To get his men their Learning.
No Shamming, nor Flamming, &c.
4.
Now we have ſounded
The bottom which confounded,
Our Plotting Parliament of late
Now we have ſounded
The bottom which confounded,
Our Plotting Parliament of late
