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An Excellent new Ballad, call'd, the Prince of Darkness;

shewing how three Nations may be set on Fire by a Warming-Pan.

As I went by St. James's I heard a Bird sing,
Of certain, the Q. has a Boy in the Spring,
But one of the Chair-men did laugh and did say,
It was born over Night, & brought forth the next day;
This Bantling was heard at St. James's to squaul,
Which made the Q. make so much haste from White-H.
Peace, Peace, little Master, and hold up thy head,
Here's Money bid for thee, the true Mother said;
But no body knows from what Parish it came,
And that is the reason it has not a Name.
Good Catholicks all were afraid it was dying,
There was such abundance of sighing and crying;
VVhich is a good Token by which we may swear,
It is the Q---s own, and the Kingdoms right Heir.
Now if we should happen to have a true Lad,
From the Loins of so wholsom a Mother and Dad,
'Twere hard to determine which Blood were the best,
That of Southask, or the Bastard of Est;
But now we have cause for Thansgiving indeed,
There was no other way for mending the Breed.