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326 APPENDIX.
When any strife was in the state,
The Flail would end the whole debate,
'Gainst arbitrary power of state,
And Popery, which the zealots hate ;
It would give them such a rap on the pate,
They must yield to their fate.
With a thump, &c.
It had a thousand virtues more,
And had a salve for every sore.
With this they thought to have maintain'd
The factious tribe, and royalists brain'd ;
But the Joiner was hang'd, and the Flail was arraign'd,
And the conquest regain'd.
With a thump, &c.
May Tony and all our enemies
Meet with no better fate than his.
May Charles still live to rule the state.
And York, whom all Dissenters hate,
To be reveng'd upon their pate,
By timely fate.
With a thump, &c.
Tune—" Cavallily Man."
1681.
From a new-modell'd Jesuit in a Scotch bonnet,
With a mass under's sleeve, and a covenant on it.
From Irish sedition blown out of French sonnet,
Libera nos, Domine.
From conspiring at Joe's, and caballing at Mew's,
From Sir Gut's holy tub of uncircumcis'd Jews,
From gibbet and halter which will be their dues,
Libera 7ios, Domine.
From a parliament-man raked out of the embers,
From knights that haunt compters, and lunatic members,
From Presbyters' Januaries, and Papists' Novembers,
Libe?rc nos, Domine.

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