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A new Song on the Calling of a Free Parliament, Jan. 15, 1688/9.
1
A Parliament with one ConsentIs all the Cry o'th' Nation,
Which now may be, since Popery
Is growing out of fashion.
The Belgick Troops approach to Town,
The Oranges come pouring;
And all the Lords agree as one,
To send the Papists scouring.
2
The holy Man shall lead the Van,Our Father and Confessor;
In Robes of Red the Jesuit's fled,
Who was the chief Transgressor.
In this Disguise he thought t'escape,
And hop'd to save his Bacon,
But Herbert he has laid a Trap,
The Rat may be retaken.
3
The Nuncio too the day may rueThat he came o'er the Ocean,
In th'English Court to keep's Resort
And teach his blind Devotion.
The Prelates Ellis, Smith and Hall
Have sold their Coach and Horses;
And will no longer in Whitehall
Be making learn'd Discourses.
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4
The Groom o'th'Stool that play'd the FoolFull sorely will repent it,
And Sunderland did barefoot stand
For Penance shall lament it.
Melford and the Scotch are fled,
Whom hopes of Int'rest tempted;
Those Lords did turn for want of Bread,
And ought to be exempted.
5
But Salisbury, what cause had heTo fear his Highness' landing?
Who by his A--- and Legs might pass
For one of Understanding.
To take up Arms at such a time
Against the Rules were gave him,
His Head must answer for the Crime,
His Pardon will not save him.
6
The Friers and Monks with all their PunksAre now upon the scamper;
Tyrconnel swears, and rants and tears,
And Teague does make a Clamper.
The Foreign Priests that posted o'er
Into the English Nation,
Do now repent that on that shore
They laid their weak Foundation.
7
'Twould be a sight, would move DelightIn each obdurate Varlet,
To see the Braves that made us Slaves,
Hang in dispensing Scarlet:
And every Popish Confessor
That for the same Cause pleaded,
Shall all turn off, on the same score
Be hang'd, or else beheaded.
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