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A new Ballad, to an old Tune, call'd, I am the Duke of Norfolk, &c.
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I am a sensless thing, with a Hey, with a Hey,Men call me a King, with a Ho:
To my Luxury and Ease,
They brought me o'er the Seas,
With a Hey Tronny Nonny Nonny no.
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I melt away their Treasure, with a Hey, &c.And swive at my Pleasure, with a Ho:
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Are now become all mine,
With a Hey Tronny, &c.
3
With a Court, and a Stage, with a Hey, &c.I corrupted the Age, with a Ho:
The Nation once were Men,
But now are Slaves agen,
With a Hey Tronny, &c.
4
Let the Bankers break, with a Hey, &c.And the City sneak, with a Ho:
I've got a pack of Knaves,
Who will ride the dull Slaves,
With a Hey Tronny, &c.
5
Let the Commons search for Plots, with a Hey, &c.And the Lords sit like Sots, with a Ho:
If my Brother and my Whore
Say the word, they're no more,
With a Hey Tronny, &c.
6
They pull'd my Army down, with a Hey, &c.And so they would my Crown, with a Ho:
But to prevent that Chance,
I've sold it all to France,
With a Hey Tronny, &c.
7
And while they all give ear, with a Hey, &c.To what Oats and Bedlowe swear, with a Ho:
With Mirth I burst my Gall,
To see the Rascals sham 'em all,
With a Hey Tronny, &c.
8
'Twas a Blast of Royal Breath, with a Hey, &c.Gave Godfrey his Death, with a Ho:
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My Brother, and my self,
With a Tronny, &c.
9
My Ministers of State, with a Hey, &c.Whom I damn to make 'em great, with a Ho
Let them use their wisest Skill,
I'm true Sir Martin still,
With a Tronny, &c.
10
And now to let you see, with a Hey, &c.What Miracles there can be, with a Ho:
The Head of the Church,
Left the Body in the lurch,
With a Tronny, &c.
11
Damn the Good Old Cause, with a Hey, &c.Religion and its Laws, with a Ho:
I scorn to bear the Sway,
By an English way,
With a Tronny, &c.
12
Let the Gentry groan, with a Hey, &c.With the Weight of my Throne, with a Ho:
I care not a Straw
For the old Fop-Law,
With a Tronny, &c.
13
While the French take Towns, with a Hey, &c.And the Seamen get Wounds, with a Ho:
I have a French Arse
For my unruly Tarse,
With a Tronny, &c.
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And tho my Father, like a Fool, with a Hey, &c.Lost his Life, to save his Soul, with a Ho,
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For a Martyr's Place above,
With a Hey Tronny Nonny Nonny no.
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