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NOTES. 181
And, next to liim, the royal duke,
A bloody oifering ;
For which, according to the vote,
The Papists all should die :
But now the saints have chang'd their note,
And hey, hoys, up go ive.
Our zealous covenanting saints,
Associating peers,
Each heart, for fear, with Patience pants,
To lose more than his ears.
Tony's dead, and Monmouth's fled ;
The helm is turn'd a-lee ;
The plot (the nail) is knock' d o' th' head,
And hey, then, up go we.
No longer may the Papists boast
Their bloody black designs ;
Old Eome, thy ancient glory's lost,
For all thy learn'd divines.
For royal murders, treasons base.
And matchless treachery.
The Jesuits must now give place ;
And hey, hoys, up go toe.
How well did we contrive the plot,
And laid it at their door.
For which old Stafford went to pot.
And many guiltless more !
But now the tide is come about.
The truth of all we see ;
And when the murder all is out,
Then hey, hoys, up go we.
Rumsey's gold, and Rumbold bold,
Conspire to kill the king ;