DAGONs FALL:
OR,
The WHIGS Lamentation for the Death of
Anthony King of Poland,
To the Tune of, Philander, etc.
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[1]
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AH Cruel Bloody Fate!
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What canst thou now do more?
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Ala[s]s! tis now too late
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Poor Toney to restore:
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Why should the flattering Fates persuade,
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That Toney still should live,
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In England here,
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Or in Holland there,
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Yet all our hopes deceive.
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[2]
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A Noble Peer He was,
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And of Notorious Fame;
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But now Hes gone (alass!)
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A Pilgrim ore the Main:
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The Prop and Pillar of our hope
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The Patron of our CAUSE,
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The Scorn and Hate
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Of Church and State,
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The Urchin of the Laws.
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[3]
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Of matchless Policy
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Was this Renowned Peer,
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The bane of Monarchy,
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The Peoples Hope and Fear,
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The Joy of all True-Protestants,
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The Tories Scorn and Dread;
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But now Hes gone
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Who curst the Throne,
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Alass! poor Toneys dead.
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[4]
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For Commonwealth He stood,
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Pretending Liberty;
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And for the Publick Good
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Would pull down Monarchy:
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The Church and State he would divorce,
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The Holy CAUSE to wed:
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And in time did hope
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To confound the Pope,
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To be himself the Head.
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[5]
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A TAP ins side he bore,
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To broach all sorts of Ill,
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For which Seditious Store
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The Croud adord him still:
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He spit his Venom through the Town,
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With which the Saints possest,
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Would preach and prate
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Gainst Church and State,
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While He performd the rest.
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[6]
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When any change of State,
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Or Mischief was at hand,
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He had a working Pate,
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And Devil, at command:
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He forgd a PLOT, for which the Heads
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Of Faction gave their Votes;
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But now the PLOT
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Is gone to pot,
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What will become of Oates?
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[7]
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Under the fair pretence
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Of Right, Religion, Law,
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Excluding the True Prince,
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The Church would overthrow:
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With such Religious Shams he brought
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The Rabble on his side;
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And, for his sport,
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The Town and Court
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In Parties would divide.
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[8]
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Now whats become of all
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His squinting Policy,
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Which wrought your Dagons Fall,
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From Justice forcd to flie?
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Old and Decrepid, full of pains,
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As he of Guilt was full:
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He fell to Fate,
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And now (too late)
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He leaves us to condole.
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[9]
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Now, learn ye Whigs in time,
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By his deserved Fall,
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To expiate his Crime,
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Er Fate revenge you all;
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For Rights, Religion, Liberty,
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Are but the Sham-pretence
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To Anarchy;
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But Loyalty
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Obeys the Lawful Prince:
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