And next, here's a cup To the Queen; fill it up! A brewer may make his foes to flee, And raise his fortunes so that he Were it poison we would make an end Lieutenant-General may be, Which nobody can deny. 20 The Whigs they do affirm and say, To Popery it was bent; For what I know it might be so, For to church it never went. Then fare thee well, etc. This cursed Rump rebellious crew They were so damned hard-hearted, They passed a vote that Charing Cross Should be taken down and carted. Then fare thee well, etc. 20 Now, Whigs, I would advise you all, 25 'Tis what I'd have you do; For fear the King should come again, Then fare thee well, old Charing Then fare thee well, old stump; 30 And so pulled down by the Submit they must to David's government: Impoverished and deprived of all command, Their taxes doubled as they lost their land; And, what was harder yet to flesh and blood, 96 Their gods disgraced, and burnt like common wood. This set the heathen priesthood in a flame, 105 For 'twas their duty, all the learned think, To espouse his cause by whom they eat and drink. From hence began that Plot, the nation's curse, Bad in itself, but represented worse, |