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To Charles and his Kingdoms thou art Heir apparent,
A:nd born to rule over the Turk and the Jew.

Then Oliver, Oliver, get up and ride,
Whilst Lords, Knights, and Gentry do run by thy side;
The Maulsters and Brewers account it their glory,
 Great God of the Grain-tub’s compared to thee:
All Rebells of old are lost in their story,
 Till thou plod’st along to the Padington-tree.

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The Brewer.

To the Tune of the Black-smith.

There many a Clinching Verse is made
In honour of the Black-smiths trade,
But more of the Brewer may be said,
Which no body can deny.

I need not much of this repeat,
The Black-smith cannot be compleat,
Unlesse the Brewer do give him a heat,
Which no body can deny.

When Smug unto the forge doth come,
Unlesse the Brewer doth liquor him home,
He’ll never strike thy pot and my pot Tom.
Which no body can deny.