Drown Melancholly in a Glass of Wine
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83
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Rouſe up great Monarch in the Royal Cauſe
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85
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Now the Tories that Glories in Royal Jemy’s Return
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87
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Now the Traytor, King-hater
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90
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State and Ambition alaſs will deceive you
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92
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Faction and folly alaſs will deceive you
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94
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Since Reformation with Whigs in Faſhion
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96
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Now Loyal Tories may Triumph in Glories
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99
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Lay by your Reaſon Truth’s out of Seaſon
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100
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Tory came late through Weſtminſter Hall
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103
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Have you not heard of a Feſtival Convent of late
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105
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Old Stories of State grow now out of Date
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108
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Let the Whigs repine and all Combine
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110
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Let the Whigs revile and Tories ſmile
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112
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Let the Moors Repine, their hopes reſigne
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114
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What ſtill ye Whigs uneaſy.
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117
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Beloved hear ken all O hone, O hone,
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120
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Bee my Shoul and Shoalwation, O hone, O hone
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122
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Ah Cruel bloody Fate
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126
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Ah! Cruel bloody Tom
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129
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At Wincheſter was a Wedding
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131
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In London was ſuch a Quarter
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134
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Oh the mighty Innocence
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136
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Tell me no more there muſt be ſomething in’t
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139
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See how fair and fine ſhe lies
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140
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Defend us from all Popiſh Plots.
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140
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Let Baxter teach Sedition on
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142
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Have you not lately heard, &c.
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143
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Liſten a while and I'le tell you a Tale
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Rebellion hath broken up Houſe, &c.
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149
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The Golden Age is come, &c.
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152
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Now the Plotters and Plots are confounded
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154
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Fill up the Boul, and ſet it round
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156
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Old Tony’s Fled, from Juſtice gone
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158
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You Loyal Lads be merry, &c.
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160
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You London Lad: be Merry
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162
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Would be a man of Faſhion
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163
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