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JACOBITE SONGS. 313
Who dares to deny but one single lie
Of the many they swear on their credit,
Must down on his knees, is rebuk'd and pays fees,
And must cry " Peccavi, I did it."
If any's so bold their tricks to unfold,
Or offers to prove them liars.
Straight up steps another and swears for 's rogue brother,
And flings the poor wi'etch in the briers.
Thus villains about ten, the worst scum of men.
While the godly party maintain 'em,
All England do govern, and each such a sovereign.
The king must not speak against 'em.
Old Noll and 's dad Nick have taught 'em a trick,
To make plots and then to reveal 'em :
Thus runs round the jig of a politic Whig,
Sure pardon if they don't conceal 'em.
Then inspir'd they bring in, for sad men of sin,
Any one that is honest and loyal ;
But if pardon's denied, all flock on Fitz' side,
To hector the mercy royal.
Thus most men, for fears dare not for their ears,
But Whig and his rout to second.
Which if they refuse, they're far worse than Jews,
And Papists and traitors are reckon'd.
And every poor ape who for changes does gape.
And to be preferr'd by the party,
To help Good Old Cause stretches wide his lean jaws.
With loud lies to shew himself hearty.
And those worthies three, Care, Vile, and Langley,
Do publish as fast as they make 'em :
Their being in print signifies something in't,
And the rabble for gospel mistake 'em.
Meanwhile Pendant laughs, and at Byter scoffs.
And at 's hot-headed zeal does flout, 0,
The coxcomb to see thus shaking the tree,
While he's ready to gather the fruit, O.
Let Papists be hang'd, and Presbyters damn'd.
And may goggle-eyed traitors all perish ;
But let true hearts still sing, Long live Charles our king,
The church and the state to cherish.
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