| Drown Melancholly in a Glass of Wine
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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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| Have you not heard of a Feſtival Convent of late
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| Old Stories of State grow now out of Date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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| 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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