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| Let Oliver now be forgotten.
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1.
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| Now, now, the Tories all ſhall ſtoop.
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3.
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| Let us advance the Good Old Cauſe.
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6.
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| Now, now, the Zealots all must droop.
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8.
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| Now at laſt the Riddle is expounded.
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10.
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| Since Reformation with Whigs in faſhion.
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| Rouſe up great Genius of this potent Land.
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16.
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| Since Plotting’s a Trade.
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19.
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| Bread a Gend I think the Nation’s mad.
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22.
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| From over the Seas not long ſince there came.
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26.
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| Hail to the Knight of the Poſt.
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28.
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| Once on a time she Doctor did Swear.
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32.
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| What still ye Whigs uneaſy.
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33.
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| Liſten a while and I’ll tell you a Tale.
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36.
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| Did you not hear of a Peer that was Try’d.
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39.
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| Tony was ſmall but of Noble Race.
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42.
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| Old Jemmy is a Lad, &c.
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44.
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| The Commons now are at a ſtand.
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47.
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| Now the Tories that Glories.
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48.
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| Rouse up the Tories of this Factious Land.
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52.
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| Room, Room for Cavaliers, &c.
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53.
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| Have you not lately heard, &c.
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56.
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| Good people of England I hope you have had.
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59.
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| Come now let’s rejoyce, and the City Bells Ring.
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63.
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| Now at laſt the matter is decided.
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65.
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| Fill up the Bowl and set it round, &c.
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67.
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| Let the Whigs repine, and Tories ſmile.
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70.
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| Rouſe up Great Monarch in the Royal Cauſe.
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73.
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| The Free-men and Maſters and Prentices mourn.
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