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R12357 BRave Monmouth's out of Favour now, / The Lord knows what's the Cause; But the clean contrary way. [with variation] Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 135884 A New BALLAD from WHIGG-LAND. A New BALLAD from WHIGG-LAND. A New BALLAD from WHIG LAND. 1682-1682 N. Whigg

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BRave Monmouths out of Favour now, The Lord knows whats the Cause; I think, no one can justly say, He has transgrest the Laws: But yet the TORIES cry him down, Old Tony and Young Gray; By this in time theyl gain Renown, But the clean contrary way. Stout Monmouth fought Rebellious Scots, And brought them on their Knees, He made the stubborn Necks to stoop Of Men of all Degrees; But Bothwel-Bridge is now forgot, And Mastrichts Storm they say, And his Honors like to go to th Pot, But the clean contrary way. He kept the PAPISTS all in Awe, Though now they strut like JAYES; They value neither Him nor Law, I speak it to their Praise; But yet I hope the time will come, By Night or else by Day, When all his Foes shall gain their Ends, But the clean contrary way. ABHORRERS are the Blades of Fame, The Glory of the Land, They hate his Actions and his Name, And at defiance stand; They trample on his Noble Acts, And truly well they may, For they are Mounting up we find, But the clean contrary way. The Papists now do gain their End, Whilst Monmouth is run down, They seek to get their Popish Friend, Possest o th English CROWN: But let them PLOT a thousand times, Their PLOTS will fail, Ile lay; I hope indeed theyl Mount the Throne, But the clean contrary way. Where will ABHORRERS hide themselves When th Parliment draws near? LEstrange, and THEY, and Thompson too, Will Hide themselves I fear, Theyl fly like Chaff before the Wind For all their fine Array, They all will be preferrd youl find, But the clean contrary way. Brave Monmouth now is laid aside, As useless to the KING; But yet it must not be denyed, He made the Nation Ring; He was the Glory of this Land, Next to the King, I say, But now it seems he has Command, The clean contrary way.
Bad times will hardly mend I doubt, If PAPISTS come in Powr; The POPE will have another bout Our Nation to devour; And we may sink beneath his Yoak, And all become his Prey, We may well look to Rise by Him, But the clean contrary way. But GOD Preserve our KING so long, Till we secure our Peace; Then we may Sing a Thankful Song, When all our Discords cease; But whilst the Papists soar aloft How can we Sing or Play? Ah lass our Comforts come to us, But the clean contrary way. Should Monmouth fall Our Hopes would fail Of Comfort and of Aid, The PAPISTS think they might prevail In their Old PLOTTING Trade; But let him Live to Vex them still And lodge them all in Clay, And let them find their Glory Rise, The clean contrary way. The Quakers now are Crammd in Goals, Because they will not Swear, The Presbyter and Baptists too, And Independants here, Because they will not go to Church With Common-Prayer to Pray, It seems the Law must make them Rich The clean contrary way. Ten Thousand Protestants we find Are WHIGGS esteemed now, And all because they do not Mind At ALTARS for to Bow, If Papists Mount, then they must Fall For all they look so Gay, And they must Rise both Great and Small The clean contrary way. But Heavens Protect our Sacred King, And send a PARLIAMENT, And then true Protestants may Sing And have their full Content; The TORY Tribe will then be known And for their Roguery pay, And the POPE shall once more gain his Own The clean contrary way. No Doubt the Popish Tribe will say, A WHIGG did make this Song, By all thats good, I go to Church, They do my Muses wrong, But hes an Ass, will go to Mass To hear the Asses Bray, And he to Heaven in time will pass, The clean contrary way.
LONDON, Printed for N. Whigg, 1682.