| The Delights of the Bottle are turn’d out of Doors.
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78.
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| O Poland Monſter of our life.
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82.
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| Hey Joller Ringwood and Towzer.
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84.
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| Ah cruel Bloudy Fate.
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86.
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| Hail to London fair Town.
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89.
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| Prince George at laſt is come.
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91.
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| A Tory came late through Weſtminſter-hall.
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94.
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| The Golden Age is come.
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96.
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| Now, now, the Plot is all come out.
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99.
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| Let Pickering now be forgotten.
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101.
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| Oh the mighty Innocence, &c.
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103.
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| Bee my Shoul and Shoulmation.
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106.
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| Whigs are now ſuch precious things.
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109.
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| The Plot God wot is all broke out.
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111.
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| Beloved hearken all, O Hone.
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112.
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| Wealth breeds Care, Love Hope and Fear.
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115.
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| Hark the Thundring Cannons Roar.
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117.
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| Let the Moors repine their hopes reſign.
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119.
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| You Calvinists of England.
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121.
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| To Whigs and Diſſenters, I charge you attend.
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125.
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| There was a Monstrous Doctor.
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127.
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| Chil tell thee Tom the ſtrangeſt Story.
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130.
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| Twa bony Lads ware Savoy and Jocky.
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134.
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| At Wincheſter was a Wedding.
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136.
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| When Traytors did at Ropery rail.
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139.
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| Let Wine turn a Spark and Ale huff like a Hector.
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142.
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| Hark, how Noll and Bradshaw's heads, &c.
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145.
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| Good People I Pray give ear unto me.
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148.
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| The Second Part, Ibid.
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151.
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| Rebellion has broken up houſe.
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155.
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| Remember ye Whigs what was formerly done.
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158.
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| Come liſten a while tho the weather be cold.
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160.
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| I’ll tell you a Tale tho before ’twas in Print.
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162.
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