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           A new SONG,
           CALL'd THE
           Loyal Weavers.

COME all ye brave Fellows, I pray now attend,
Give ear to my ſong I ſo lately have pen'd,
To honourable Weavers I mean for to ſing,
Who ſcorn to ſubmit to an Arbitrary King.

                    CHORUS.

Here's Succeſs to the Weavers, we'll drink to their Cauſe,
With Conſuſion to all that diſhonour their Laws.

We thought it expedient an Act for to paſs,
And bind ourſelves in an Article faſt,
That no Man amongſt us, Apprentice ſhould take,
Except Weavers' Sons, for his Family's Sake.
      Here's Succeſs, &c.

Within a ſhort Time, Information there came,
That a Raſcal at Borton, had broken the ſame ;
We found he ſtood Guilty, we fin'd him with ſpdeed,
He ſaid he'd make no Satisfaction indeed,
      Here's Succeſs, &c.

To his Maſter wehaſten'd, and Poſted the Man,
To ſtop him from Working, it was our Plan,
But Pride and Ambition, ſo reign'd in his Breaſt,
He ſwore he'd employ him, although 'twas unjuſt.
      Here's Succeſs, &c.

With that One and All, we agreed to turn Out,
Which pinches the SNOW BALL, far worſe than
the Gout,
Like true Hearted Soldiers, we'll ne'er quit the Field
Until that we make our Enemies yield.
      Here's Succefs, &c.

Like Brother and Brother, then let us unite,
And ſtand by each other for what is our Right ;
Our Articles ſtick to, all Slavery ſcorn,
Our Deeds will be honour'd by thouſands unborn.
      Here's Succeſs, &c.

Here's a hearty Succeſs unto Great GEORGE's
          Name.
For Virtue and Honour, he's worthy of Fame ;
May his Family flouriſh, while here they endure,
And Himſelf ever happy, when Time is no more.

Here's Succeſs to the Weavers, we'll drink to their Cauſe,
With Conſuſion to all that diſhonour their Laws.