Jack Presbyter’s up, and hopes at one ſwoop,
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This is the Cabal of ſome Proteſtant Lords,
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316
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There is an old Story, &c.
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318
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Sike a life as Titus led, &c.
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320
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You I love, by Jove I do,
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321
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If Sorrow the Tyrant invade thy Breaſt,
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322
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There was a brave Doctor (as ever you ſaw)
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Let Cæſar live long, and His Temper abide,
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That Man’s a Wretched thing,
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327
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Rouſe, rouſe, my lazy Mirmidons,
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328
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When firſt Dorinda, your bright Eyes,
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330
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Sound the Trumpet, ſound the Trumpet,
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331
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Let the Trumpet ſound, &c.
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333
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'Twas a Fooliſh Fancy Jemmy,
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Make room for an honeſt Red coat,
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336
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Behold the Morn dawns,
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Hark how Noll and Bradſhaw’s Heads above us,
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The Canons all roaring, and Trumpets ſounding,
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See, ſee, the Air clears, the Murm’rers that grumbled,
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343
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See the Vizor’s pull’d off, & the Zealots are Arming,
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As we were ranging upon the ſalt Seas,
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Now, now too weak, alas! I find our Cauſe
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348
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Come let us be Joyful and ſing,
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349
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I am the Man that not long ſince,
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352
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A bony Lad came to the Court,
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Come beat Alarm, ſound a Charge,
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356
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For Tories now’s the time to ſing,
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358
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What have the Whigs to ſay,
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360
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Hey Jowler, Ringwood and Towzer,
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363
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Three bony Lads were Sawny, Cloud Hamilton
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365
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Juſt as the Miſt of Errour fled,
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366
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Come Bugg’ring Oates, prepare thy Neck,
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367
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Have you not heard of Knaves, &c.
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369
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Old Chiron thus Preach’d to his Pupil Achilles,
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