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The Rise and Fall of the Lord Chancellor.
Good People, pray now attend to my Muse,
I'll sing of a Villain I cannot abuse,
The Halter and Ax no such Men will refuse:
Sing hey brave Chancellor! O fine Chancellor! Delicate Chancellor! O!
I'll sing of a Villain I cannot abuse,
The Halter and Ax no such Men will refuse:
Sing hey brave Chancellor! O fine Chancellor! Delicate Chancellor! O!
'Tis he was the Cause of the Nation's Dismay,
He has e'er been a Knave from his Birth to this Day,
To see the Sot hang'd we will make Holy-day.
Sing hey, &c.
He has e'er been a Knave from his Birth to this Day,
To see the Sot hang'd we will make Holy-day.
Sing hey, &c.
At first I will shew you what he is in grain,
I care not a pin for his Honour's Disdain;
His Deeds now in brief unto you I'll proclaim:
Sing hey, &c.
I care not a pin for his Honour's Disdain;
His Deeds now in brief unto you I'll proclaim:
Sing hey, &c.
He was the Inventor of Oates's Punishment
From Newgate to Tyburn, and thither he sent;
To have him well whip'd he gave his consent.
Sing hey, &c.
From Newgate to Tyburn, and thither he sent;
To have him well whip'd he gave his consent.
Sing hey, &c.
The good Master Cornish did innocent die,
And all by this Chancellor's curs'd Villany;
His Blood now to Heav'n for Vengeance does cry,
Sing hey, &c.
And all by this Chancellor's curs'd Villany;
His Blood now to Heav'n for Vengeance does cry,
Sing hey, &c.
He was the first Author that open'd his Jaws
To take off the Test and the Penal Laws:
Of beheading Lord Russel he alone was the Cause.
Sing hey, &c.
To take off the Test and the Penal Laws:
Of beheading Lord Russel he alone was the Cause.
Sing hey, &c.
Then next to the West he hurry'd with speed,
To murder poor Men, a very good Deed!
He made many honest Mens Hearts for to bleed.
Sing hey, &c.
To murder poor Men, a very good Deed!
He made many honest Mens Hearts for to bleed.
Sing hey, &c.
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The Prisoners to plead to his Lordship did cry,
But still he made answer, and thus did reply,
We'll hang you up first, and then after we'll try.
Sing hey, &c.
But still he made answer, and thus did reply,
We'll hang you up first, and then after we'll try.
Sing hey, &c.
Against their Petitions then he stopt his Ears,
And still did create all their Doubts and their Fears;
He left the poor Widows and Children in Tears.
Sing hey, &c.
And still did create all their Doubts and their Fears;
He left the poor Widows and Children in Tears.
Sing hey, &c.
He was the Inventor that first did promote
The Place that was call'd th'Ecclesiastical Court,
And thither he made the poor Clergy resort.
Sing hey, &c.
The Place that was call'd th'Ecclesiastical Court,
And thither he made the poor Clergy resort.
Sing hey, &c.
Of Magdalen-College he thought it most fit
To turn out the Fellows, a very fine Trick,
And place Father Walker, that curst Jesuit.
Sing hey, &c.
To turn out the Fellows, a very fine Trick,
And place Father Walker, that curst Jesuit.
Sing hey, &c.
Then next to the Tower our Bishops he pack'd,
And swore he had done a very good Act,
But now shall be try'd for the Matter of Fact.
Sing hey, &c.
And swore he had done a very good Act,
But now shall be try'd for the Matter of Fact.
Sing hey, &c.
And when that the Bishops were brought to be try'd,
To prefer a Petition they humbly desir'd,
He swore he would prove it a Libel to be cry'd.
Sing hey, &c.
To prefer a Petition they humbly desir'd,
He swore he would prove it a Libel to be cry'd.
Sing hey, &c.
What can he say now the Parliament sits?
Alas! they will vote him quite out of his Wits,
They'll make him run mad, or fall into Fits.
Sing hey, &c.
Alas! they will vote him quite out of his Wits,
They'll make him run mad, or fall into Fits.
Sing hey, &c.
In Wapping he thought for to make his Escape,
A very good Jest, but I'faith it won't take,
His Head on the Bridg must be stuck on a Stake.
Sing hey, &c.
A very good Jest, but I'faith it won't take,
His Head on the Bridg must be stuck on a Stake.
Sing hey, &c.
He many seditious Libels hath pen'd,
And sent them to P--- his very good Friend,
My Muse she grows weary, and thus she does end,
With Pox o'th' Chancellor, villanous Chancellor, damnable Chancellor, O!
And sent them to P--- his very good Friend,
My Muse she grows weary, and thus she does end,
With Pox o'th' Chancellor, villanous Chancellor, damnable Chancellor, O!
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