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R213558 THe sullen night worn thredbare, when I lay, / Expecting the approach of early day: Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 481882 THE / VVHIG CABALL. THE VVHIG CABALL. THE WHIG CABAL. 1682-1682 Walter Davis

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THe sullen night worn thredbare, when I lay, Expecting the approach of early day: Such Loyal thoughts did in my bosom rage, As drew my curses on this factious Age: With tears I mournd our sinking Countreys fate, And shadowd glory of the royal State. Till slumbring at the last, a glimring light, Methought was shown to my mysterious sight. When I descryd a Treasnous damnd Cabal, Hells mounting Engins that would sink us all, And rise upon our Kings and Countreys fall: Dark were their looks, and knowingly I saw, Villains they were, and such as fled the Law; Printers, and those who had abusd the times, Religion was their Cloak to hide their Crimes. Envious as Fiends, like Hells Divan they sate; What would Hell more? to ruin Church and State: So vile as these, it never could appear, Had the great Whig-land Lucifer been there. When in an abrupt voice I heard one cry, Romes Idol-York shant gorge our Liberty. Rowze up my Friends, our Ruins more than feard, Their Bulls do roar so loud we cant be heard. With that he pausd----then said with much distress What shall we do? The Tyde of our Success, Now seems to Ebb, nor can we hope for less: For even those, will now believe no more Our Shams, who judgd them Miracles before.
Interests our Hook, and Freedom is the Bait, Bondage but namd, youl see Rebellion strait. Each weak Pretence deceives the easie crowd; With them tis Law, what is by us allowd. But shallow are our Plots to searching eyes, They see what mischief at the bottom lies: Our Shrieffs and Jurys for their Ends-applause, With Ignoramus, Riots, prop our Cause; They doubt of Peace from those that break the Laws; There our designs are desprate, and so crost, Bold the attempt must be to gain whats lost: Zealous Rebellion must secure us all; We cannot fail while we pretend a Call, With that like Fiends they Vanishd and I woke, Whilst all amazd and troubled, thus I spoke: O Wretched Land! how provd thy curing Vain? Sine thy old Wound is breaking out again, The wholes endangerd by th infected part, But Heaven instruct our great Physicians art. Theres one way left to heal this desprate wound; Cut off the rotten for to save the sound. Were there no cause for this now needful blow, Religious Peace then through the Land would flow, So Jehu Sion purgd, and Faith did grow. But lets Unite with pious joy to sing, Health to the Best-----to Englands gracious King. Blest may he be, his Queen and Royal Bed; And blest great James, whilst all their Foes lye dead, So we at last shall bruise the Serpents head.
LONDON, Printed for Walter Davis in Amen-Corner, 1682.