Have not heard of Forty one Sir
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Will you be a Reformade
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Oh! ye Plot Diſcoverers
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The Presbyter has been ſo active of late
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Come all you good people that were at the fair
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The Commons now are at ſtand
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Let Canons roar from Sea to Shoar
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Since Plotting’s a Trade like the reſt of the Nation
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May all be benighted, and never ſee day
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The delights of the Bottle are turn’d out of doors
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Whigs are now ſuch precious things
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Bread a gued I think the Nations Mad
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You Calviniſts of England
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Tony was ſmall, but of Noble Race
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Liſten (if you pleaſe) a while
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From Councels of Six where Treaſon prevails
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Come all you Caballers and Parliament Votes
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From the Tap in the Guts of Honourable Stump
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Alas what is like to become of the Plot
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From over the Seas not long Since there came
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From a new-model’d Jeſuit in a Scotch Bonnet
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The Deel aſſiſt the Plotting Whigs
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Some ſay the Papiſts had a Plot, &c.
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When Traytors did at Popery rail,
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The Plot God wot is all come out
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Bankers now are brittle Ware
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Now, now, King James of High Renown
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Hail to the mighty Monarch Valiant Pole
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Teckley that Perkin Prince of War
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Hail to the mighty Monarch Valiant James
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Come liſten the Whigs to my pitiful moan
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Oh! Stupendious Comick Fate, &c.
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If I live to be Old (for I find I go down)
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Hairs they grow Hoary, and my Cheeks they look pale
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If I live to be Old, which I never will own
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