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Poems on Several Occasions

By Jonathan Smedley
 

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The TORY PLOT Unravel'd.
 
 
 


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The TORY PLOT Unravel'd.

An excellent New BALLAD.

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To the Tune of Which no Body can deny.

1

To dethrone good King George, who the first of that Name,
To govern Great-Britain, from Hanover came,
The Tories did Plot, but paid dear for the same.
Which no Body can deny.

2

They caroused and consulted, they wrote and they rode,
Their Time, and their Pains, nay their Money be stow'd,
They hir'd Ships and Men; yet deny'd all, by G-d.
Which no Body can deny.

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3

Arms, full forty Thousand, they hid under Ground,
Swore that there were none, tho' some of them were found,
As they all wou'd ha'been, hadn't Neyno been drown'd,
Which no Body can deny.

4

The fam'd Mr. Fawks half so dextrous at Tricks,
Never was as a Tory at Hieroglyphicks,
Who swears and forswears, and at nothing who sticks,
Which no Body can deny.

5

Shew his Hand-writing to him, as plain as the Nose
That is on his Face, yet he swears and he vows,
It was wrote by his Fingers, no more than his Toes,
Which no Body can deny.

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6

Produce his own Signet, most clean and most neat,
May I perish, he'll say, if this ben't Counterfeit,
How cou'd you contrive, Mr. Whig, such a Cheat?
Which no Body can deny.

7

His Treason in Cyphers, he declares a Welsh Song;
The Key to't's a Cronaun in the Irish Tongue;
For he's not one of those, who his Country wou'd wrong,
Which no Body can deny.

8

Confront him with one, who was of his own Gang,
With whom he both plotted, whor'd, tippled and sang,
Yet, if he ever saw him, he'll wish he may hang,
Which no Body can deny.

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9

Thus, till the Report and Appendix were shown;
They sneer'd and they laugh'd at the Plot, thro' the Town;
But, now, in the Mouth they are damnably down,
Which no Body can deny.

10

The Plot then being visible, as is the Sun
At Noon-day, what think you now more will be done?
Why, you'll swing for't, dear Tory, as sure as a Gun,
Which no Body can deny.