%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The Tories Confession, / Or, A merry song in Answer to / The WHIGS Exaltation: 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 10/29/2018 36390

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1 Forty One Hey, Boys, Up Go We Forty One A Pox on Whigs we'l now grow wise / Let's cry out guard the Throne, such Tory Rogues are we. [with variation] Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. : The Tories Confession, / Or, A merry song in Answer to / The WHIGS Exaltation: The Tory's Confession, Or, A merry song in Answer to The WHIG'S Exaltation: 1682-1682 T.H.

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[1] A Pox on Whigs we'l now grow wise Let's cry out guard the Throne, By that we'l damn the Good Old Cause And make the Game our own Religion, that shall stoop to us, and so shall Liberty, We'l make their Laws as thin as Lawn, such Tory Rogues are we. [2] When once that Preaching Whineing Crew are crush'd and quite undone, The Poor we'l banish by our Laws, and all the rest we'l burn. Then Abbey-Lands shall be possest by those whose Right they be, We'l cry up Laws, but none we'l use, such Tory Rogues are we. [3] The Name of Protestant we hate, the Whigs they know it well, And since we can't it longer hide let's Truth genteely tell. Now Dam me is good Manners grown, and tends to Gallantry, We'l S---- the Nation out of Doors, such cursed Rogues are we. [4] What care we for a Parliament, no Money comes from thence, Would they but give us Coyn enough, we'd spend the Nations pence. These two-penny States-men all shall down, a glorious sight to see, To finish all we'l plunder 'um too, such Sons of Whores are we. [5] We'l build more Universities, for there lies all our hope, And to th' Crape Gown we'l cringe & creep supposing 'twere a Pope; Say what he will we'l him believe, if true or false it be, And while he prays we'l Drink his Health, such Tory Rogues are we.
[6] What pimping Whig shall dare controule, or check the lawfull Heir, We'l take the Rascall by the Pole, and Pox of all his Hair. Then here goes honest Jamess Health, come drink it on your Knee, Dzowns we'l have none but honest souls, such Tory Rogues as we. [7] These Crafty Whigs are subtle Knaves to give um all their due, And yet we bauk'd the Popish Plot, though they had sworn it true. For this you know who we may thank, But Mum for that, yet we Are bound to pray and praise him for't, such Tory Rogues are we. [8] When all these zealous Whigs are down, we'l drink and fall a roaring, And then set up the Tripple Crown, Saint us all for whoreing. When we have quite inslav'd um all, our selves cannot be free. Then prithee Devil claim thy own, for hey to Hell go we. [9] We'l chuse their Sheriffs and Juries too and then pretend 'tis Law, We'l bring more Irish o're to swear those they never saw: We'l seize their Charters, then they must come beg um on their Knee, If this won't do we'l call the French, such cursed Rogues are we.
LONDON Printed for T.H. MDCLXXXII.