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R8481 1 Sawney and Jockey Sawney and Jockey Sawney and Jockey FRom Rome I am come, His Holyness sent me / To you his fast Favourits, to complement ye Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 1 A Message from Tory-Land / To the VVhig-Makers in Albian. A Message from Tory-Land To the Whig-Makers in Albian. A Message from Tory Land To the Whig-Makers in Albian. S., R. ?-? J. Conyers

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[1] FRom Rome I am come, His Holyness sent me To you his fast Favourits, to complement ye Saint Peters Successor his friends doth impute ye Expecting you'l firmly abide in your duty, And daily scribble, nibble, quibble, Your mother defend, you suck'd at her nipple, She who did breed you, lead you, feed you, Claims your Assistance now she doth need you. [2] And with me I bring the Popes Dispensations, To furnish you all on any Occasions, Then swear and forswear as occasion requires, And Cities inflame with your Catholick fires, If you can't turn um, scorn um, burn um, Else with your sanctified Daggers adorn um, Bring to Perfection Distraction, and Faction, The Pope will account it a glorious action. [3] I come to encourage Projectors and Actors, His Holiness implements, & the Church Factors Your Zeal for the Cause is put to a Tryal, When you at the Gallows can die in deniall, Thousands of Crosses, Masses, passes To mount your blest Souls to Peters imbraces, You his Inditers, Biters, and Writers, Have done him more Service then Armies of Fighters [4] Poor Towzer return'd when the Parliament ended His Politick wit our Cause still befriended For his flying Pen so swift is in Motion, More blest with the Craft of St. Giles's devotion Thy Observator's matter, scatter, In Rome he's a Saint that in Albian's a Traytor, Since these Dissenters ventures, enters, Toss the Plot back, we'l swear't at adventures. [5] The chief of our Foes are now out of favour, This, this is the time, there ne'r was a braver, Our Politicks now hath an excellent face on't, Then down with these Whigs, not bate um an ace ont Those dull Romances, Prances, fancies, To Catholick Nat much credit advances, Let his Pen Rogue on, tug on, jog on, Were Albian our own, stand cleer Hogan Mogan
[6] Godfreys Murder was rarely contriv'd, To kill himself, he walk'd abroad while he lived, Heraclitus, Nat and the brave Observator, Ingeniously each hath stated the matter, For if to fright us, Titus indite us, These valiant Heroe's stand up to right us, those who were stringed, swinged, hanged As innocent Babes were certainly wronged, [7] But dear Madam Celiers intrigue did miscarry, You see that 'tis dangerous to be unwary, these Hereticks must by all means be destroyed, And all the Church Rights by us be injoyed, Yet if we arm us, ram us, damn us these Heretick Dogs will find Ignoramus, Still it miscarries, it tarries, it varies, Yet never were days so blest as Queen Maries. [8] Cloud the Whigs Evidence with high Dirision, And make it your Care to foment Division, Divide if you can the Prince from the people, And that will advance the Crown that is Triple. Now is the time boys, mine boys, thine boys, Eclipse but the Whigs, the Tories will shine boys, But if you'l root um, smoot um, blot um, Cut the Duke's Legs, and swear the Whigs cut um. [9] If mortall Assistance should happen to fail ye, As't did to St. Coleman, St. Whitebread, St. Staley, St. Pickering, St. Grove, or such Holy Martyrs, stand fast to the Cause, ne'r value your Quarters. You shall be when dead, painted, sainted, With Purgatory you shall ne'r be acquainted, When you are Torter'd, Quarter'd, Martyr'd, Y'are Cananiz'd Saints all pardon is granted. [10] There ne'r was more hope since the Spanish Invasion to bring in subjection this Heretick Nation, And now should it fail and our Plot be defeated, 'tis vain to expect 'twill e're be compleated, Win it and wear it, clear it, share it, Possession's the due reward of your merit, You shall have Guinnies, and it no sin is to build up with blood on the Protestants-Finis.
R.S. Printed for J. Conyers at the Black Raven in Duck-Lane, MDCLXXXII.