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| Let Oliver now be forgotten
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| Let Pickering now be forgotten
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| Now, now the Tories all ſhall ſtoop
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| Now, now the Plot is all come out
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| Now, now the Antichriſtian Crew
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| Now, now the bad Old Cauſe is Tape
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| Now at last the Riddle is expounded
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| Now at last the matter is decided
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| Old Jemmy is a Lad
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| Prince George at last is come
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| Hail to the Knight of the Poſt
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| Hail to London fair Town
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| Hail to the Prince of the Plot
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| Room for great Algernon
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| There was a monſtrous Doctor
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| There was a Jovial Begger
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| Who would not be a Tory
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| You Free-men and Maſters and Prentices mourn
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| Good People I pray give Ear unto me
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The ſecond Part to the ſame Tune
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| Come liſten a while tho’ weather be Cold
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| I’le tell you a Tale (tho before ’twas in Print)
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| Since Counterfeit Plots have affected this Age
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| You Whigs and Diſſenters I charge you attend
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| Let Wine turn a Spark, and Ale huff like a Hector
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| Come now lets rejoce and the City Bells Ring
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| Brave Colledge is hang’d the Chief of our hopes
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| Once one a time the Doctor did Swear
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| Wealth breeds Care, Love, Hope and Fear
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| Hark! the Thundring Canons Roar
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| I’m glad to hear the Canons Roar
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| Hark! the fatal day is come
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| Hark! the Bells and Steeples Ring
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| Riſe up great Genius of this Potent Land
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| Hells reſtleſs Factious Agents ſtill Plot on
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| Rouſe up the Tories of this Factious Land
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