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The Loyal Conqueſt, or Deſtruction of Treaſon. Tune, Lay by your Pleading.

1
  Now Loyal Tories
  May Tryumph in Glories,
The fatal Plot is now betray’d, the reſt were Shams and Stories.
  Now againſt Treaſon,
  We have Law and Reaſon,
And ev’ry Bloody Whig muſt go to pot in time & ſeaſon.
 No ſhamming, nor flamming,
 No ramming, nor damming,
 No Ignoramus Jury’s now for Whigs, but only hanging.

2
  Look a little further,
  Place things in order,
Thoſe that ſeek to kill the King, Godfry might murther;
  Now they’r detected,
  By Heaven neglected,
In black diſpair cut their Throats, thus Pluto’s work’s effected.
 No ſhamming, nor flamming, &c.

3
  Catch grows in paſhion,
  And fears this new faſhion,
Leſt ev’ry Traytor hang himſelf, and ſpoil his beſt profeſſion,
  Tho’ four in the morning
  Tyburn adorning,
He cries out for a ſcore a time, to get his men their learning.
 No ſhamming, nor flamming, &c.

4
  Now we have ſounded
  The bottom which confounded,
Our Plotting Parliament of late who had our King ſurrounded.
  Hamden and others,
  And Trenchard were Brothers;
Who were to kill the King and Duke, and hang us for their murthers.
 No ſhamming, nor flamming, &c.