Glen Collection of printed music > Printed music > Wit and mirth, or, Pills to purge melancholy > Volume 4

1 8 Songs Compleat y
The TRIMMER.
To the same ^me.
PRey lend me your Ear if you've any to spare,
You that love Common-wealth as you hate com-
mon Prayer,
That can in a Breath, Pray, Dissemble and Swear.
Which no Body ca?i deny, deny ; which ?io Body can
deny.
I'm first on the wrong-side, and then on the right,
To Day I'm a Jack, and to morrow a Mite,
I for either King Pray, but for neither dare Fight.
Which no Body, &c.
Sometimes I'm a Rebel, sometimes I'm a Saint,
Sometimes I can Preach, and at other times Cant ;
There is nothing but Grace I thank God that I want.
Which no Body, &c.
Old. Babylon's Whore, I cannot endure her,
I'm a Sanctify'd Saint, there's none can be Purer,
For Swearing I hate like any Non- Juror.
Which no Body, &c.
Of our Gracious King William I am a great Lover,
Yet I side with a Party that Prays for another,
I'd drink the King's Health, take it one way or t'other,
Which no Body, &c.
Precisely I creep like a Snail to the Meeting, _
"Where Sighing I sit, and such sorrowful Greeting,
Makes me hate a long Prayer and two hours Prating.
Which no Body, &c.
And