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The Loyal Garland.

Song. XLVIII.

The Dominion of the Sword.

A Song made in the Rebellion, &c

Lay by your pleading,
Law lies a bleeding,
Burn all your ſtudies down, and throw away your reading,

2. Small power the word has,
And can afford us,
Not half ſo much priviledge as the ſword does.

3. It foſters your Maſters,
It plaiſters Diſaſters,
It makes the ſervants quickly greater than their Maſters.

4. It venters, it enters,
It ſeeks and it centers,
It makes a Prentice free in ſpite of his Indentures.

5. It