A New Ballad,
To the TUNE of the
BLACK-SMITH
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SINCE Monarchs were Monarchs, it never was known,
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That so little Power belong'd to a Crown,
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Or that, made by a Mobb, they may so be pull'd down,
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Which no Body dares deny.
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How the People came by it may seem somewhat odd,
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But an Orthodox Preacher by the Senate allow'd,
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Has given them this Right 'till now thought in God,
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Which no Body, etc.
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Says the Rights of the Church, and this Teacher Mankind
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Are to God and their King by Contract confin'd,
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Which, if it be not mutual, never can bind,
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Which no Body, etc.
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Nay supposing it so, and both sides agreed,
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Shou'd the People repent and demand to be freed,
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Cry the Covenants broke, and so cancel the Deed,
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Which no Body, etc.
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Of this new reviv'd Doctrine some still were in doubt,
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By a Prelate Preacher so bandy'd about,
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'Till the P------nt met, and have made it all out,
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Which no Body, etc.
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The House was but thin, and their Questions but few,
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While the Money was given they'd nothing to do,
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To stir up the People to chuse them a-new,
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Which no Body, etc.
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Crys a Party-man slyly, pray where will this tend,
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If a whole Winter-Sessions so quietly ends?
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'Tis by Bustle and Noise we gull Country Friends,
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Which no Body, etc.
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Here's a politick Parson of late does pretend,
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To show the Queen's Right from God does descend,
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A mischievous Doctrine, and very ill penn'd,
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Which no Body, etc.
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Let this be the Theme of our present Debate,
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To humble such Parsons, and not let them prate,
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For the Bible has nothing to do with our State,
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Which no Body, etc.
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The Motion was lik'd, and they take specipal care
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To shew they design'd no Mortal to spare,
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For as Patrons to him, they Arraign my Lord-Mayor,
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Which no Body, etc.
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He frighten'd, when t'other's in Custody taken,
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The ORDERS he gave, has wisely forsaken;
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So the Doctor was lurch'd, and the Mayor sav'd his Bacon,
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Which no Body, etc.
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But hold, cries a Member, I think we've all err'd,
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'Cause the Man's a Fool to strike at the whole Herd,
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And therefore to mend it, let's have One preferr'd,
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Which no Body, etc.
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The Queen can't refuse such a Pious Address,
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She'll make him a Bishop, she can do no less,
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For he raises the People, and Her does depress,
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Which no Body, etc.
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The Party was mightily pleas'd with this Speech,
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And vote, (that all Parsons may learn how to Preach)
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This Man to Promote, and the other Impeach,
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Which no Body, etc.
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This Loyal Resolve is brought up to the Lords,
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To which the Majority straightway accord,
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And agree that such Principles should be abhorr'd,
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Which no Body, etc.
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That for Preaching this Doctrine he shou'd be paid home,
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To be try'd at the Barr of their House he shou'd come,
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Where for half of the Commons they could not find room,
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Which no Body, etc.
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Which the Commons debate, and at last give their Voice,
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That Westminster-Hall is the Place of their Choice,
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For, if done there in Form, 'twill make the more Noise,
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Which no Body, etc.
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The Lords to this matter give no more Denial,
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But Scaffolds erect for a more solemn Tryal;
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That the Ladies, and Commons, and Folks, may be by-all,
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Which no Body, etc.
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To Work in a hurry Sir Christopher falls,
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And fetches his Men and his Boards from St. Pauls,
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I'm glad at my Heart they pass'd clear by White-Hall.
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Which no Body, etc.
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This Whim is to cost us full Three Thousand Pounds,
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And the Queen is to hear on what Foot she was Crown'd,
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Whether She, or the People, are like to get Ground,
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Which no Body, etc.
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But, Nobles, take care, you rue not the Hour,
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When the Commons were thus put in mind of their Power
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Impeaching's a thing that has made you look sour,
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Which no Body, etc.
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