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352 , APPENDIX.
For Rome or for G-eneva,
For the table or the altar,
This spawn of a vote he cares not a groat :
For the pence he's yours in a halter.
Then away with the laws, &c.
Though the name of lord or bishop
To nostrils pure inay be loathsome,
Yet many there are that agree with the mayor,
That their la7ids are wondrous toothsome.
Then away with the laws, &c.
" When our masters are poor, we leave 'em ;
'Tis the golden calf we bow to :
We kill and we slay, not for conscience, but pay ;
Give us that, we'll fight for you too.
Then away with the laws, &c.
" Drunken Dick was a lame Protector,
And Fleetwood a backslider :
These we serv'd as the rest ; but the city's the beast
That will never cast her rider.
Then away with the laws," &c.
Then the mayor liolds the stirrup,
And the shrieves cry, " God save your honours ! "
Then 'tis but a jump, and up goes the Rump,
That will spur to the devil upon us.
Then away with the laws, &c.
When your plate is gone, and your jewels,
You next must be entreated
To part with your bags, and strip you to rags,
And yet not think you're cheated.
Then away with the laws, &c.
The truth is, the town deserves it ;
' 'Tis a brainless heartless monster :
At a club they may bawl, and declare at the hall,
And yet, at a push, not one stir.
Then away with the laws, &c.
Sir Arthur vows he'll treat 'em
Far worse than the men at Chester :
He's bold, now they're cow'd, but was nothing so loud,
When he lay in the ditch at Leicester.
Then away with the laws, &c.