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The PATRIOTS.
In seventeen hundred forty five
When black Rebellion was alive,
And with a Giant stride came forth
From her bleak Den the stormy North,
Jack, who by Creditors unkind
Had long in Prison been confin'd,
At Window Barrs, half starv'd, half bare
Standing, to breathe the wholesome air,
Who shou'd pass by in martial Geer
But swagg'ring Tom the Grenadier:—
“Hollo—now Thomas, what's the Crack?”
“Why, worse than bad enough, Friend Jack;
“They say—(damn him)—the young Pretender
“Bids fair to be our Faith's Defender;
“And Rebels now are brim with hope,
“To bring in Charley and the Pope.”
Quo' Jack, with lengthen'd rueful Face,
“Good Heav'n forbid:—If that's the case,
“Our Liberty's for ever gone,
“And poor Old England quite undone:”—
“Our Liberty,” cries Tom,—“what's worse,
“A thousand times a greater Curse,
“If the Pretender mounts the Throne,
“Damme—Our dear Religion's gone.
When black Rebellion was alive,
And with a Giant stride came forth
From her bleak Den the stormy North,
Jack, who by Creditors unkind
Had long in Prison been confin'd,
At Window Barrs, half starv'd, half bare
Standing, to breathe the wholesome air,
Who shou'd pass by in martial Geer
But swagg'ring Tom the Grenadier:—
“Hollo—now Thomas, what's the Crack?”
“Why, worse than bad enough, Friend Jack;
“They say—(damn him)—the young Pretender
“Bids fair to be our Faith's Defender;
“And Rebels now are brim with hope,
“To bring in Charley and the Pope.”
Quo' Jack, with lengthen'd rueful Face,
“Good Heav'n forbid:—If that's the case,
“Our Liberty's for ever gone,
“And poor Old England quite undone:”—
“Our Liberty,” cries Tom,—“what's worse,
“A thousand times a greater Curse,
“If the Pretender mounts the Throne,
“Damme—Our dear Religion's gone.
Thus Jack in Jail exclaims and fears
Freedom will be abolish'd;
While swagg'ring Tom, Soldier-like, swears
The Church will be demolish'd.
Freedom will be abolish'd;
While swagg'ring Tom, Soldier-like, swears
The Church will be demolish'd.
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