When the Plot I firſt invented.
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165.
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I’m glad to hear the Cannons roar.
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167.
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Alas what is like to become of the Plot.
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170.
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Hells reſtleſs Factious agents ſtill Plot on.
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172.
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Now Loyal Tories may Tryumph in Glories.
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173.
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State and Ambition alas will deceive you.
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176.
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Room for great Algernoon.
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177.
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Joy to Great Cæſar, &c.
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179.
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You London Lads rejoyce, &c.
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179.
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Hark the Fatal day is come, &c.
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181.
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Hail to the Prince of the Plot.
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185.
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Have you heard of Forty one Sir.
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187.
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My Bony dear Shony, my Crony, my Hony.
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193.
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From the Tap in the Guts of the Honourable ſtump.
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193.
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Defend us from all Popiſh Plots.
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195.
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From Councel of 6 where Treaſon prevails.
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196.
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To London Lads be ſorry.
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198.
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You Loyal Lads be merry, &c.
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200.
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Who would not be a Tory.
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202.
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Let the Whigs repine and all combine.
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205.
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Now the Antichriſtian crew, &c.
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207.
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Now, now, the bad Old Cauſe is tapt.
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209.
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I Hang and behead until you be dead.
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222.
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Come all you Caballers and Parliament Votes.
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213.
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'Twas a foolish fancy Jemmy.
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215.
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Rouse, Rouse my laily Myrmidons.
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217.
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Faction and Folly alas will deceive you.
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219.
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Let Canons roar from Sea to Shore.
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217.
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Have you heard of a Feſtival Convent.
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222.
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Ods hearty Wounds Iſe not to Plowing.
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225.
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Now by my Love the greatest Oaths, &c.
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226.
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O the Plot Diſcoverers.
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227.
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Brown Melancholy in a Glaſs of Wine.
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228.
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Make room for an honest Red-Coat.
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232.
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