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R33712 1 Packintons Pound Packington's Pound Packington's Pound COme listen, ye Whigs, to my pitiful Moan, / All you that have Ears, when the Doctor has none; Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. : THE / Salamanca Doctor's Farewel: / OR, / TITUS'S / Exaltation to the Pillory, upon his Conviction of PERJURY. / A BALLAD. THE Salamanca Doctor's Farewell: OR, TITUS'S Exaltation to the Pillory, upon his Conviction of PERJURY. A BALLAD. 1685-1685 G.C. and sold by Randal Taylor

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I. COme listen, ye Whigs, to my pitiful Moan, All you that have Ears, when the Doctor has none; In Sackcloth and Ashes let's sadly be jogging, To behold our dear Saviour oth' Nation a flogging. The Tories to spight us, As a Goblin to fright us, With a damn'd wooden Ruff will bedeck our Friend Titus: Then mourn all to see this ungrateful Behaviour, From these lewd Popish Tories to the dear Nation-Saviour. II. From three prostrate Kingdoms at once to adore me, And no less than three Parliaments kneeling before me; From hanging of Lords with a Word and a Frown, And no more than an Oath to the shaking a Crown: For all these brave Pranks, Now to have no more thanks, Than to look thro' a Hole, thro' two damn'd oaken Planks. Oh! mourn ye poor Whigs with sad Lamentation, To see the hard Fate of the Saviour oth' Nation. III. Forever farewel the true Protestant Famous Old days of th' Illustrious great Ignoramus; Had the great Heads-man Bethel, that honest Ketch Royal, But sate at the Helm still, the Rogues I'de defy all; The kind Teckelite Crew, To the Alcoran true, Spight of Law, Oaths or Gospel, would save poor true Blue: But the Tories are up, and no Quarter nor Favour, To trusty old Titus, the great Nation-Saviour. IV. There once was a Time, Boys, when to the Worlds wonder, I could kill with a Breath more than Jove with his Thunder; But, oh! my great Narrative's made but a Fable, My Pilgrims and Armies confounded like Babel: Oh they've struck me quite dumb, And to tickle my Bum, Have my Oracles turn'd all to a Tale of Tom Thumb. Oh! weep all to see this ungrateful Behaviour, In thus ridiculing the great Nation-Saviour. V. From Honour and Favour, and Joys, my full swing; From 12 pound a week, and the World in a string; Ah poor falling Titus! 'tis a cursed Debasement, To be pelted with Eggs thro' a lewd wooden Casement! And oh muckle Tony, To see thy old Crony, With a Face all benointed with wild Locust Honey: 'Twould make thy old TAPP weep with sad Lamentation, For trusty old Titus, thy Saviour oth' Nation.
VI. See the Rabble all round me in Battel array, Against my wood Castle their Batteries play; With Turnep-Granadoes the Storm is begun, All weapons more mortal than Pickerings screw'd Gun: Oh! my Torture begins To punish my Sins, For peeping thro' Key-holes, to spy Dukes and Queens! Which makes me to roar out with sad Lamentation, For this tragical Blow to the Saviour oth' Nation. VII. A curse on the day, when the Papists to run down, I left buggering at Omers, to swear Plots at London; And oh my dear Friends! 'tis a damnable hard case, To think how they'll pepper my sanctify'd Carcass; Were my Skin but as tough, As my Conscience of Buff, Let 'em pelt their Heart-bloods, I'd hold out well enough: But oh these sad Buffets of Mortification, To maul the poor Hide of the Saviour oth' Nation. VIII. Had the Parliament sate till they'd once more but put Three Kingdoms into the Geneva old Cut, With what Homage and Duty to Titus in Glory, Had the worshipping Saints turn'd their Bums up before me: But oh the poor Stallion, Alamode de Italian, To be sutred at last like an English Rascallion. Oh mourn all ye Brethren of th' Association, To see this sad Fate of the Saviour oth' Nation. IX. Cou'd I once but get loose from these troublesom Tackles, A pocky stone Doublet, and plaguy steel Shackles, I'd leave the damn'd Tories, and to do myself justice, I'd e'n go a mumping with my honest Friend Eustace. Little Commyns and Oats, In two Pilgrim Coats, We'd truss our black Bills up, and all our old Plots; We'd leave the base World all for their damn'd rude Behavi-ours. To two such heroick true Protestant Saviours. X. But alack and a day! the worst is behind still, Which makes me fetch Groans that wou'd e'n turn a Wind-mill: Were the Pillory all, I should never be vext, But oh to my sorrow the Gallows comes next; To my doleful sad Fate, I find tho' too late, To this Collar of Wood comes a hempen Crevat; Which makes me thus roar out with sad Lamentation, To think how they'll truss up the Saviour oth' Nation.
Printed for G.C. and sold by Randal Taylor near Stationers-Hall, 1685.