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Justice in Masquerade:
Or Scroggs upon Scroggs.
A Butcher's Son's Judg Capital
Poor Protestants for to enthral,
And England to enslave, Sirs:
Lose both our Laws and Lives we must,
When to do Justice we entrust
So known an errant Knave, Sirs.
Poor Protestants for to enthral,
And England to enslave, Sirs:
Lose both our Laws and Lives we must,
When to do Justice we entrust
So known an errant Knave, Sirs.
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Some hungry Priests he did once fell
With mighty Strokes, and them to Hell
Sent presently away, Sirs.
Would you know why? the Reason's plain,
They had no English nor French Coin
To make a longer stay, Sirs.
With mighty Strokes, and them to Hell
Sent presently away, Sirs.
Would you know why? the Reason's plain,
They had no English nor French Coin
To make a longer stay, Sirs.
The Pope to Purgatory sends
Who neither Mony have nor Friends;
In this he's not alone, Sirs.
For our Judg to Mercy's not inclin'd,
'Less Gold change Conscience and his Mind,
You are infallibly gone, Sirs.
Who neither Mony have nor Friends;
In this he's not alone, Sirs.
For our Judg to Mercy's not inclin'd,
'Less Gold change Conscience and his Mind,
You are infallibly gone, Sirs.
His Father once exempted was
Out of all Juries: Why? because
He was a Man of Blood, Sirs.
And why the Butcherly Son (forsooth)
Shou'd now be Jury and Judg both,
Cannot be understood, Sirs.
Out of all Juries: Why? because
He was a Man of Blood, Sirs.
And why the Butcherly Son (forsooth)
Shou'd now be Jury and Judg both,
Cannot be understood, Sirs.
The good old Man with Knife and Knocks
Made harmless Sheep and stubborn Ox
Stoop to him in his Fury.
But the brib'd Son, like greasy Oaph,
Kneels down and worships Golden Calf,
And so does all the Jury.
Made harmless Sheep and stubborn Ox
Stoop to him in his Fury.
But the brib'd Son, like greasy Oaph,
Kneels down and worships Golden Calf,
And so does all the Jury.
Better thou'dst been at Father's Trade,
An honest Livelihood to have made
In hamp'ring Bulls with Collars,
Than to thy Country prove unjust,
First sell, and then betray thy Trust
For so many hard Rix-Dollars.
An honest Livelihood to have made
In hamp'ring Bulls with Collars,
Than to thy Country prove unjust,
First sell, and then betray thy Trust
For so many hard Rix-Dollars.
Priest and Physician thou didst save
From Gallows, Fire, and from the Grave,
For which we can't endure thee.
The one can ne'er absolve thy Sins,
And th'other (tho he now begins)
Of Knav'ry ne'er can cure thee.
From Gallows, Fire, and from the Grave,
For which we can't endure thee.
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And th'other (tho he now begins)
Of Knav'ry ne'er can cure thee.
But left we all shou'd end his Life,
And with a keen-whet Chopping-Knife
In a thousand pieces cleave him,
Let the Parliament first him undertake,
They'll make the Rascal stink at stake,
And so like a Knave let's leave him,
And with a keen-whet Chopping-Knife
In a thousand pieces cleave him,
Let the Parliament first him undertake,
They'll make the Rascal stink at stake,
And so like a Knave let's leave him,
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