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A Ballad, call'd, The Hay-market Hectors.
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I sing a woful Ditty,Of a Wound that long will smart-a;
Giv'n, the more's the pity,
In the Realm of Magna Charta.
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Than live to be hang'd for cutting a Nose.
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Our good King C--- the Second,Too flippant of Treasure and Moisture,
Stoop'd from the Queen infecund,
To a Wench of Orange and Oyster.
Consulting his Catzo, he found it expedient
To engender Don Johns on Nell the Comedian.
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The leach'rous Vain-gloryOf being lim'd with Majesty,
Mounts up to such a Story
This Bitchington Travesty;
That to equal her Lover, the Baggage must dare
To be Helen the Second, and Cause of a War.
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And he our am'rous Jove,While she lay dry-bobb'd under,
To repair the Defect of his Love,
Must lend her his Lightning and Thunder.
And for one Night prostitutes to her Commands,
His Monmouth, Life-Guards, O-Brian and Sands.
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And now all fear of the French,And the pressing need of Navy,
Are dwindled into a salt Wench,
And Amo, Amas, Amavi.
Now he'll venture his Subsidy so he cloven may see,
In Female Revenge, the Nose of Coventry.
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O ye Hay-market Hectors,How came you thus charm'd,
To be the Dissectors
Of one poor Nose unarm'd?
Unfit to wear Sword, or follow a Trumpet,
That would brandish your Knives at the word of a Strumpet.
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But was't not ungrateful,In Monmouth, Ap-Sidney, Ap-Carlo,
To contrive an Act so hateful,
O Prince of Wales, by Barlow?
For since the kind World had dispens'd with his Mother,
Might he not well have spar'd the Nose of John Brother?
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Beware all ye Parliamenteers,How each of his Voice disposes:
Bab May in the Commons, C. Rex in the Peers,
Sit telling your Fates on your Noses;
And decree, at the mention of every Slut,
Whose Nose shall continue, and whose shall be cut.
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If the Sister of Rose,Be a Whore so anointed;
That the Parliament's Nose
Must for her be disjointed?
Then should you but name the Prerogative Whore,
How the Bullets would whistle, the Cannons would roar!
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