A New Song on the Calling of a Feee Parliament,
January 5th, 1688.
I
A parliament, with one consent
Is all the cry oth' Nation,
Which now may be, since Popery
Is growing out of fashion:
The Belgick Troops approach to Town,
The Oranges come Powring,
And all the Lords agree as one
To send the Papists scowring.
II
The Holy Man shall lead the Van,
Our Father and Confessor;
In Robes of Red the Jesuits fled,
Who was the chief Transgressor.
In this disguise he thought to escape,
And hop'd to save his Bacon,
But H--- he has laid a Trap,
The Rat may be Retaken.
III
The Nuncio too, the day may rue
That he came o'er the Ocean,
I'th' English Court, to keep's Resort,
And teach his blind Devotion:
The Prelates, Ellis, Smith, and Hall,
Have sold their Coach and Horses,
And will no longer in White-Hall
Foment their Learn'd Discouses.
IV
The Groom o'th' Stool, that play'd the Fool,
Full sorely will repent it,
And S---, did barefoot stand
For Pennance, shall lament it.
M--- and the Scotch are fled,
Whom hopes of Interest tempted;
Those Lords did turn for want of Bread,
And ought to be Exempted.
V
But S---, what cause had he
To fear his Highness Landing,
Who by his A---s and Legs might pass
For one of understanding.
To take up Arms at such a time,
Against the Rules were gave him;
His Head must answer for the Crime,
His Pardon will not save him.
VI
The Fryers and Monks with all their punks,
Are now upon the Scamper,
T---l Swears, and Rants and Tears,
And Teague does make a clamper.
The Foreign Priests that Posted o're,
Into the English Nation,
Do now repent that on that Shore
They laid their weak Foundation.
VII
'Twou'd be a sight 'twou'd move delight,
In each obdurate Varlet,
To see the Graves that made us Slaves,
Hang in dispensing Scarlet.
And every Popish Counsellour,
That for the same Cause Pleaded,
Shall all turn off at the same score,
Be Hang'd or else Beheaded
