%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> A NEVV SONG / Made by a Person of Quality, and sung befor His MAJESTY at / WINCHESTER. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer 1683-1683 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 10/10/2018 35609

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R39781 1 Cook Lawrel Cook Lorrel Cook Lorrel A Tory came late through Westminter-hall, and as he past by heard a Citizen bawl; The / Judges are Per-jur'd, and We are un-done, our Li-ber-ty's lost, our Char-ter is gone. Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. : A NEVV SONG / Made by a Person of Quality, and sung befor His MAJESTY at / WINCHESTER. A NEW SONG Made by a Person of Quality, and sung before His MAJESTY at WINCHESTER. 1683-1683

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A Tory came late through Westminster-hall, and as he past by heard a Citizen bawl; The Judges are Per-jur'd, and We are un-done, our Li-ber-tys lost, our Char-ter is gone.
II. This comes of our Prating since Colledge is dead; This comes of Plotting without Tonys Head: For he had more wit in his Treason by half, As he hook'd himself on, he brook'd himself off. III. He scarce had said this when a Baron aproach'd, That ruin'd two Sisters, the younger debauch'd: The Reasons he cry'd, I'm loath to describe, He would have a Maiden-head out of the Tribe. IV. The next came a Peer, the Knight of great Fame, One famous for Stabbing, the other was Lame; O Heavens! in what a strange age do we dwell, When Bully's Reform, and Cripples Rebell. V. With them the sweet Speaker, Wi. W------s I saw, His Head full of Projects, but empty of Law; For he ('tis observ'd) has been dull as a Dog, Since Pa---n batoon'd him for calling him Rogue. VI. Peart Wa------op and Win---on, Mutinies breed Yet still in the Cause, for no purpose are Fee'd: For Cradock will offer himself for the Drudge, If either of them will be fit for a Judge. VII. Old Ma---------rd, all ages in Faction was cheif; Now mumbles by rote, ne'r looks in his Breif: But rotten Rebellion will never last long, He spit out his teeth, & will cough out his tongue. VIII. Now by the Re---er, new Cards must be plaid, That Body of Law with a Sarazens-Head, That (Span'el-like) fawns on the King to his Face, And yet makes the Whigs just amends for his place.
IX. For Magistrate Patience, I plainly confess, I've little to say, because he's in Distress; But he that's sat in th' Cities great Chair, Would a Pillory grace; so I wish he were there. X. Dubois and Papilion, the Cities sham Shrieves, Whose Truth & whose Loyalty no man believes; That Arrested the Mayor and no danger he saw, To keep from self-Hanging, I leave to the Law. XI For Law they complain'd, of the Lawyers they boast, They'r pleas'd, till by Law they their Ch. had lost: Law, Law, was the cry of the Mutinous Crew, The Devil's in't if they ha'nt Law enough now. XII. Scribe Cl---n's Wife deckt with the spoils of the Poor, Embroider'd in Scarlet like Babylon's Whore; But let me advise him to strip off her Red, And make her a Peticoat of her Green Bed. XIII. Old Pl------yers grow'n rampant, late pickt up a Whore, And swore he'd recant, and be Whigish no more; By Tories made Drunk in the Company's view, The Saint kist her C---t, and drank healths in her Shoe. XIV. Now listen ye Whigs, and hear what I speak, A Monarch (like Heav'n) can give, and can take; But You for Rebellion no Reason can bring, So hang yourselves all; and God save the King:
LONDON: Printed in the Year, MDCLXXXIII.