A New Song; To the Tune of, Lay by your Pleading, &c

by anon

For other versions of this work, see Lay by your Reason.

For works with similar titles, see A New Song.

A New Song.

To the Tune of, Lay by your Pleading, &c.

I.
  Lay by your Reason,
  Truth’s out of Season,
Rebellion now is Loyalty, and Loyalty is Treason.
  Now Forty one, Sir,
  Is quite undone, Sir;
A Subject then depos’d his King, but now it is his Son, Sir.
  The Nations Salvation
  From Male-Administration
Was then pretended by the Saints, but now ’tis Abdication.

II.
  Besides, the Case, Sir,
  Bears another Face, Sir;
Billy had a mind to Reign, and Jimmy must give place, Sir.
  Raise Insurrections,
  With base Reflections,
And labour Tooth and Nail to perfect his Projections.
  Rebellion, in fashion,
  Declar’d throughout the Nation,
Then turn’d his Father out of Doors, and call’d it Abdication.

III.
  A Declaration
  For Self-preservation
Was spread abroad, wherein was prov’d a Father no Relation.
  Monarchy haters,
  And Abdicators,
Did swear themselves into a League with Duchmen and with Traytors.
  They enter, indenture,
  Both Soul and Body venture,
Whilst at Royal Jimmy’s Head their Malice still did center.

IV.
  What have we gained?
  Grievances retained:
The Government is still the same, the King is only changed.
  Was ever such a Bargain?
  What boots it a Farthing,
Whether Father Peters Rule, Benting or Carmarthen?
  Oppressed, distressed,
  With empty Purses caressed,
We still remain in Statu quo, there’s nothing yet redressed.

V.
  Bail for Treason
  Now is out of Season,
And Judges must be Courtiers still against all right and reason:
  Nay, more I’ll mention,
  The Senate has a Pension,
Which overthrows the Contracts made with the blest Convention.
  Thus we, Sir, you see, Sir,
  Come off by the Lee, Sir;
We give our Money to be Slaves, instead of being free, Sir.

VI.
  Never was Beetle
  Blind as this People,
To think that God will own a Church with a Socinian Steeple.
  Of Wits bereaved,
  By Priests deceived,
That have brought themselves unto that pass ne’er more to be believed.
  They leer, Sir, for fear, Sir,
  Old Jimmy should come here, Sir;
And then they’ll all Repent that e’re they took the Swear, Sir.

VII.
  Alas! What is Conscience
  In Sherlock’s own Sense?
When Intrest lyes at Stake an Oath with him is Nonsense:
  The Temple Master
  Fears no Disaster,
He can take Ten thousand Oaths and ne’er be bound the faster.
  He’ll wrangle, and jangle,
  And all their Cause intangle;
Yet naught can hold the Wretch, but the old Triangle.

VIII.
  For holy Cause, Sir,
  You may break all Laws, Sir;
For Perjury nor Treason then do signify two Straws, Sir.
  So bad our Case is
  We’d better far be Papists;
For now Socinians rule the Church, and they’re rul’d by an Atheist.
  The Nations Damnation
  Was their last Reformation;
Either you must take the Swear, or starving leave your Station.

 

Finis.