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With fetches and ſtretches,
Theſe notorious Wretches
Would get Loyal Subjects into their bloody clutches.
They ſham us, and flam us, &c.
Theſe notorious Wretches
Would get Loyal Subjects into their bloody clutches.
They ſham us, and flam us, &c.
[3]
If wicked Tories
Could pack their Juries,
That would believe black, white, and all their lying Stories
Then by Art Stygian
Whig’s prov’d a Widgeon,
And ſhould be hang’d for Plotting againſt the Popes Religion.
They’d hear a, and ſwear a
Thing that was a meer a
Groſs Lye as e’r was told, and find it Bella vera.
Then ſham us, and flam us, &c.
If wicked Tories
Could pack their Juries,
That would believe black, white, and all their lying Stories
Then by Art Stygian
Whig’s prov’d a Widgeon,
And ſhould be hang’d for Plotting againſt the Popes Religion.
They’d hear a, and ſwear a
Thing that was a meer a
Groſs Lye as e’r was told, and find it Bella vera.
Then ſham us, and flam us, &c.
[4]
This Ignoramus,
For which they blame us,
And to the pit of Hell, ſo often curſe and damn us,
Are men by Tryal,
Honeſt and Loyal,
And for their King and Country ready are to die all,
They ſhow it, and vow it,
Honeſt Men do know it,
Their Loyalty they hold, and never will forgo it.
They ſham us, and flam us, &c.
This Ignoramus,
For which they blame us,
And to the pit of Hell, ſo often curſe and damn us,
Are men by Tryal,
Honeſt and Loyal,
And for their King and Country ready are to die all,
They ſhow it, and vow it,
Honeſt Men do know it,
Their Loyalty they hold, and never will forgo it.
They ſham us, and flam us, &c.
[5]
At the Old-Baily
Where men don’t dally,
And Traytors oft are try’d, as Coleman, Whitebread, Staley,
At the Old-Baily
Where men don’t dally,
And Traytors oft are try’d, as Coleman, Whitebread, Staley,
