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WHIG SONGS. 453
Be long his reign, and attended with peace,
To monarch's glory and subjects ease,
And when divine wisdom will have him resign,
May the hero his son rule as he had done,
And leave us a ne'er failing line.
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Tuke " Moll Peatly," or " Gillian of Croydon."
December last in frosty weather,
A champion did to Scotland come,
He summoned all his wights together,
And taught 'em to move by beat of drum.
There was perjured Mar, at the head
Of many a Highland lad,
Resolved in fight to shew their bravery,
Full of knavery,
Ripe for slavery,
Jure divino mad.
Each bonny lad must leave his mother,
And out with his sword and target go, .
They needs must march to meet one another,
The Laird of the Manor would have it so ;
For Jemmy was coming o'er sea,
The King of Great Britain to be,
And all must fight that, have any hope
Of a bull from the Pope,
Or reprieve from the rope,
Since Jemmy the King must be.
This news alarms the Lancashire witches,
And passive obedience fired their blood ;
Each honest Tory's finger itches
To fight for his King and his Country's good.
Accoutrements straight they provide,
Then to horse, and away they must ride,
For General Forster gave his opinion,
The King his dominion
Would surely win, and
That he'd be a saint that died.
The West, who loyalty ever pretended
To England's monarchy, Church and State,