%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> ADVICE to the CITY: / Sung to the KING at Windsor, to a Theorbo. D'Urfey, Thomas University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer 1682-1682 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 02/29/2016 34600

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R29831 REmember ye VVhiggs what was formerly done, / Remember your mischiefs in Forty and One; Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 1 ADVICE to the CITY: / Sung to the KING at Windsor, to a Theorbo. ADVICE to the CITY: Sung to the KING at Windsor, to a Theorbo. ADVICE to the CITY: Sung to the KING at Windsor, to a Theorbo. D'Urfey, Thomas 1682-1682 Jos. Hindmarsh

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REmember ye Whiggs what was formerly done, Remember your mischiefs in Forty and One; When friend oppos'd friend, and Father the Son, Then, then your Old Cause went rarely on; The Cap sat aloft, and low was the Crown, The Rabble got up and the Nobles went down; Lay Elders in Tubs, rul'd Bishops in Robes, Who mourn'd the sad fate And dreadful disaster, of their Royal Master By Rebels betraid. CHORUS. Then London be wise and baffle their power, And let 'em play the Old Game no more; Hang, hang up the Sh--- Those Baboons in power, Those popular Thieves, Those Rats of the Tower, Whose Canting Tales the Rabble believes; In a hurry And never sorry Merrily they go on: Fy for shame, we're too tame, since they claim The Combat: Tan tarra rarra, Tan tarra rarra, Dub a dub, let the Drum beat, The strong Militia guards the Throne. II. When Faction possesses the Popular Voice, The Cause is supply'd still with Nonsence and Noise; And Tony their Speaker the Rabble leads on, For he knows if we prosper that he must run; Carolina must be his Station of ease, And London be rid of her worsest disease: From Plots and from Spies, From Treasons and Lies We shall ever be free, And the Law shall be able, to punish a Rebel As cunning as he. CHORUS. Then London be wise and baffle their power, And let 'em play the Old Game no more;
Hang, hang up the Sh--- Those Baboons in power, Those popular Thieves, Those Rats of the Tower, Whose Canting Tales the Rabble believes; In a hurry And never sorry Merrily they go on: Fy for shame, we're too tame, since they claim The Combat: Tan tarra rarra, Tan tarra rarra, Dub a dub, let the Drum beat, The strong Militia guards the Throne. III. Rebellion we're wanted a Loyal pretence, These Villains, swear all's for the good of their Prince; Oppose our Elections to show what they dare, And losing their Charter arrest the Mayor; Fool Je--- was the Captain of the Cuckoldy Crew, With Ell--- and Jea--- and H--- the Jew; Fam'd sparks of the Town For wealth and renown, Give the Devil his due, And such as we fear, had our Soveraign bin there, Had arrested him too. CHORUS. Then London be wise and baffle their power, And let'm play the Old Game no more; Hang, hang up the Sh--- Those Baboons in power, Those popular Thieves, Those Rats of the Tower, Whose Canting Tales the Rabble believes; In a hurry And never sorry Merrily they go on: Fy for shame, we're too tame, since they claim The Combat: Tan tarra rarra, Tan tarra rarra, Dub a dub, let the Drum beat, The strong Militia guards the Throne.
FINIS. Printed for Jos. Hindmarsh, at the Black Bull in Cornhill, 1682.