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[Ye Members of Parliament all]
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Ye Members of Parliament all,That quarrel to settle the Nation,
Prepare an Address for White-hall,
And give thanks for your King's Preservation.
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Last Sunday to Chappel he went,To hear a sweet Nightingal sing;
God knows whether Treason was meant,
But there happen'd a damnable thing.
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To the Window his Majesty cameTo shew his desirable Face;
When a Lord, whom I list not to name,
Unluckily slipt the Sash.
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The Portcullice come ratling down,And threatned the Noddle anointed
Lord! how the blue Bishop would frown,
To see all his Hopes disappointed.
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Count Landsdown, who gravely stood by,A snuffing up Politick Powder,
To his Sovereign's Assistance did fly,
A Pox on the Loyal Intruder,
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For had he but let him alone,Our Protector had safely been lock'd there,
And in Pillory Penance had done,
Like his Brother-Deliverer the Doctor.
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Such an Engine in Scotland is known,And thither he's going 'tis said:
But 'tis thought while he snaps at the Crown,
The Maiden may snap off his Head.
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Never let Over---que boastOf saving so puny a thing;
He preserv'd but a---at most:
'Twas Landsdown deliver'd the King.
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