A Collection of Loyal Songs.
103
For now the Bully Knight is by the head cut ſhorter.
They Plotted, and Lotted, and Sotted, and Voted,
And never will have done till their quarters are Promoted.
They Plotted, and Lotted, and Sotted, and Voted,
And never will have done till their quarters are Promoted.
8
Now be confounded
Whig, Trimmer, Roundhead,
And all the Factious lump of Treaſon ſo confounded.
By every Action,
We ſee your Faction
Tends only to involve the Nation in diſtraction.
Your Lopping, and Fopping,
And Blunderbuſs Popping,
And all your flying for’t, won’t ſave your Necks from Chopping.
You Plotted, and Lotted, and Sotted, and Voted,
And in good time we hope you ſhall be all promoted.
Now be confounded
Whig, Trimmer, Roundhead,
And all the Factious lump of Treaſon ſo confounded.
By every Action,
We ſee your Faction
Tends only to involve the Nation in diſtraction.
Your Lopping, and Fopping,
And Blunderbuſs Popping,
And all your flying for’t, won’t ſave your Necks from Chopping.
You Plotted, and Lotted, and Sotted, and Voted,
And in good time we hope you ſhall be all promoted.
A new Song made by a Perſon of Quality, and Sung before His Majeſty at Wincheſter. Tune, Cook Lawrel.
1
A Tory came late through Weſtminſter-Hall,
And as he paſs’d by heard a Citizen bawl;
The Judges are Perjur’d, and we are undone,
Our Liberty’s loſt, and our Charter is gone.
A Tory came late through Weſtminſter-Hall,
And as he paſs’d by heard a Citizen bawl;
The Judges are Perjur’d, and we are undone,
Our Liberty’s loſt, and our Charter is gone.
