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Magdalene College - Pepys
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A Brief Account of that bloudy and subtle Design laid against the King, his Lords
and Commons in Parliament, and of a Happy Deliverance by Divine Power.
To the Tune of Aim not too high. Licensed according to order.

TRue Protestants I pray you do draw near,
Unto this Ditty lend attentive Ear;
The Lines are New although the Subject's Old,
Likewise it is as true as e'er was told.

When James the First in England Reigned King,
Under his Royal Gracious Princely Wing
Religion flourish'd both in Court and Town,
Which wretched Romans strove to trample down.

To their old plotting Trade they strait did go
To prove Three Kingdom's final Overthrow;
A Plot contriv'd by Catholicks alone;
The like before or since was never known.

Rome's Counsel did together often meet,
For to contrive which way they might compleat
This bloudy Treason, which they took in hand
Against the King, and Heads of all the Land.

At length, these wretched Romans all agreed
Which way to make the King and Nation bleed,
By Powder, all agree with joint Consent,
To Blow up both the King and Parliament.

For to keep secret this their Villany,
By solemn Oaths they one another tye:
Nay farther, being void of Grace and Shame,
Each toak the Sacrament upon the same.

Their Treason wrapt in this black Mantle then,
Secure and safe from all the Eyes of Men,
They did not fear, but by one fatal Blow,
To prove the Church and Kingdom's Overthrow.

Catesby, with all the other Romish Crew,
This Powder Plot did eagerly pursue;
Yet after all their mighty cost and care,
Their own Feet soon was taken in the Snare.

Under the House of the Great Parliament,
This Romish Den, and Devils by consent,
The Hellish Powder-Plot they formed there,
In hopes to send all flying in the Air.

Barrels of Powder privately convey'd,
Billets, and Bars of Iron too was laid,
To tear up all before them as they flew,
A black Invention by this dismal Crew.

And with the fatal Blow all must have flown,
The gracious King upon his Royal Throne,
His gracious Queen, likewise their Princely heir
All must have dy'd and perish'd that was there.

The House of Noble Lords of high Degree,
By this unheard of bloudy Tragedy,
Their Limbs in sunder strait would have been tore
And fill'd the Air with noble bloudy gore.

The worthy learned Judges Grave and Sage,
The Commons too, all must have felt Rome's rage
Had not the Lord of Love stept in between
Oh! what a dismal Slaughter had there been.

The King, the Queen, and Barons of the Land,
The Judges, Gentry, did together stand
On Ruine's brink, while Rome the Blow should give
They'd but the burning of a Match to live.

But that Great God that sits in Heaven high
He did behold their bloudy Treachery,
He made their own Hand-writing soon betray
The Work which they had Plotted many a day.

The Lord in Mercy did his Wisedom send
Unto the King, his People to Defend,
Which did reveal the hidden Powder-Plot,
A gracious Mercy ne'er to be forgot.

And brought Rome's Faction unto Punishment
Which did the Powder Treason first invent,
And all that ever Plots, I hope God will,
That the true Christian Church may flourish still.

Printed for P. Brooksby, J. Deacon,
J. Blare, J. Back.

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