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JACOBITE SONGS. 335
The prop and pillar of our hope,
The patron of our cause,
The scorn and hate of church and state,
The urchin of the laws.
Of matchless policy
Was this renowned peer ;
The bane of monarchy,
The people's hope and fear ;
The joy of all true Protestants,
The Tories' scorn and dread :
But now he's gone who curs'd the throne ;
Alas ! poor Tony's dead !
For Commonwealth he stood,
Pretending liberty ;
And, for the public good,
"Would pull down monarchy.
The church and state he would divorce,
The holy cause to wed.
And in time did hope to confound the Pope,
And be himself the head.
A tap in's side did bore.
To broach all sorts of ill,
For which seditious store
The crowd ador'd him still.
He spit his venom through the town,
With which the saints possest,
Would preach and prate 'gainst church and state.
While lie perform'd the rest.
When any change of state,
Or mischief was at hand,
He had a working pate
And devil at command.
He forg'd a plot, for which the heads
Of faction gave their votes ;
But now the plot is gone to pot :
What will become of Oates ?
Under the fair pretence
Of right, religion, law.
Excluding the true prince.
The church he'd overthrow.
With such religious shams he brought
The rabble to his side ;