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The desponding Whig.
 
 
 
 

The desponding Whig.

A Song.

When Owles are strip'd of their Disguise,
And Wolves of Shepherd's Cloathing.
Those Birds and Beasts that please our Eyes,
Will then beget our loathing.

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When Foxes tremble in their Holes,
At Dangers that they see,
And those we think so wise prove Fools,
Then low Boys, down go we.
If those Designs abortive prove
We've been so long in hatching,
And cunning Knaves are forc'd to move
From Home for fear of catching;
The Rabble soon will change their Tone,
When our Intrigues they see,
And cry God save the Church and Throne,
Then low Boys, down go we.
The Weaver then no more must leave
His Loom and turn a Preacher,
Nor with his Cant poor Fools deceive
To make himself the richer,
Our Leaders soon would disappear,
If such a Change should be,

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Our Scriblres too would stink for Fear,
Then low Boys, down go we.
No Camisars would dare to shew
Their Postures and Grimaces,
Or Proph'sy what they never knew,
By dint of ugly Faces,
But shove the Tumbler thro the Town,
And quickly banish'd be,
For none must teach without a Gown,
Then low Boys, down go we.
If such unhappy Days should come
Our Vertue, Moderation,
Would surely be repaid us home,
With double Compensation,
For as we never could forgive,
I fear we then should see,
That what we lent we must receive,
Then low Boys, down go we.

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Should honest Brethren once discern
Our Knav'ries, they'd disown us,
And bubbl'd Fools more Wit should learn,
The Lord have Mercy on us;
Let's guard against that evil Day,
Least such a time should be,
And Tackers should come into Play,
Then low Boys, down go we.
Tho hitherto we've plaid our Parts,
Like wary cunning Foxes,
And gain'd the Common People's Hearts.
By broaching Het'rodoxes,
But they're as fickle as the Winds,
With nothing long agree,
And when they change their wav'ring Minds,
Then low Boys, down go we.
Let's Preach and Pray, but Spit our Gall
On those that do oppose us,

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And Cant of Grace in spite of all,
The Shame the Devil owes us,
The Just, the Loyal, and the Wise,
With us shall Papists be,
For if the High Church once should rise,
Then Low Church, down go we.